My Daily Confessional...

Can I tell you something...just between you and me? Promise you won't tell?

Good, I need to rid myself of this guilt.


Notice that my cute, adorable, precious cottage is being carefully painted by Mr. Wonderful himself?



Two hours later...He's still painting... and naively assuming I'm out back doing something helpful, like putting on primer, or mowing the grass...or composting for our organic garden...(okay the last two are just pure fantasy, but you understand, he's hopeful like that) Well,......

THIS is where I really was.

Inside. In the kitchen.

I know. It's wrong and bad and I'll never do it again. EVER.

Shhhhh....
Thanks for listening. I feel better now.