Friday Confessions 10.28.11
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|Because confession is good for the soul.|
I’m not ready to be a mommy. I told you earlier this week that I took some of the Boston people to the airport. One of them had his four-year-old with him, and when I came out to the car on the way home, I may have freaked for a second. Is that a car seat in my back seat?
|I was very eager to return this to its owner; it looked a little too natural in my car.|
It seems like every time I turn around any more, someone is asking when we’re going to get pregnant. I guess since we’ve been together for 6 1/2 years, it seems like the next logical step, but it’s starting to get overwhelming….I mean even the UPS delivery man at our office asked this week. Seriously, people, chillax!
Coming home to find the Mister has set up the massage table is one of the best sights ever after a long day at work. I could be happy with a “surprise” massage on a weekly basis. I’ll admit it; my husband spoils me.
|I took a pretty picture with no junk in the corner and the sheets, but wouldn’t you know that my phone didn’t save it.|
I’m more than excited about our trip to Asheville this weekend. We were lucky enough to get VIP tickets to Moogfest this weekend. We’re going to see Moby tonight…I haven’t seen him play in more than 10 years.
I told the Mister that I didn’t know most of the other bands, and he shared this video with my for Amon Tobin. Wow…a mini-vacation and good music makes me smile.
I also can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow. It’s been weeks since I could just sleep until I woke up.
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