These are my Confessions...

I'm linking up with Carissa Explains it All to share my confessions. If you've never visited her blog, you should. She's a funny girl.

I confess...when it's summer I'm on a schedule that I love. I stay up late. Really late. Like 3 a.m. late. I do my best work at night and I'm quite productive. Like last night I organized my bathroom closet and vanity cabinets. Success.

I confess...when I was in the pool today I noticed a dead japanese beetle on the side of the pool patio. An ant was making the beetle its snack. I broke out into "Circle of Life". It just came over me. If only I'd had a lion cub to pick up and raise over my head like Rafiki does in the movie. That would have been beautiful. My dog, Daisy Mae, worked just fine as a lion cub substitute though.

I confess...sometimes I get to-go boxes from restaurants just so I can take my leftovers back to my dog. Yesterday I brought Daisy home a box full of bacon strips that I removed from my club sandwich. She loved me for it.

I confess...I never have to buy items like Ziploc bags, napkins, coffee filters, and tissues for my house. My students send in an overabundance during the school year. Enough to stock my classroom...and my house. Thanks, kids.

I confess...I currently have a jungle of weeds in my backyard landscaping bed. I mean, it's extreme. I would take a picture of it but I'm embarrassed. I have 7 foot pokeweeds growing. I just cleaned this landscape bed out in April and it's back again spreading faster than heat rash. I really should do something about the weeds in my yard but that would interfere with my pool time. So, eh. Weeds. Shmeeds. Plus it's my backyard so no one really looks back there anyway, right?...

I confess...I haven't been to the grocery store to buy food in over four weeks. How have I managed to live you ask? Simple. I eat out or mooch off my family. I'm good at that. The only thing I've purchased from the grocery recently were four 12-packs of Coke. That's really all I need to live. My liquid drug.

I confess...I came home from Florida on Thursday night and my suitcase is still in the middle of my bedroom floor. It will probably remain there for at least the next three weeks. I hate unpacking so I avoid it as long as possible.

I confess...I sat in my hairstylists chair and talked about Pink Lou Lou and her poof skills. My stylist said that she's going to take me shopping for extensions to try to work some magic on me. I'm geekily excited because I have the thinnest hair in this world. If I could have hair like my girl crush, Jessica Simpson, then I would be the fairest of them all. That will never happen.

I confess...that I sure am long-winded. I can't just write a quick confession. I have to write a novel about each one. I have major cases of word vomit.