Confessions!

Well, I know I should be blogging about Thanksgiving or any of the other happenings going on around here, but I'm not going to.  I'll leave that to David if he wants to.  I saw this on Jennifer's (my sis-in-law) blog and thought it looked fun, so I'll give it a shot.  Remember, I'm not very exciting, so my confessions will probably be lame...

I'm absolutely terrified of anything with wings.

Sometimes I dream about beating people up.  I mean, REALLY beating people up.

More often, I dream about beating people up, but my arms are made of noodles.

I'm the biggest hypochondriac you'll ever meet.  (I'm sure that's not much of a confession to those of you that know me well...or even a little bit.  If fact, mere acquaintances probably know that about me!)

I love SILENCE, especially when driving.

I hate exercise!

I despise reading a newspaper someone else has already read.  I like the creases and folds to be hot off the press.

I love Isaiah's morning breath.

Even though I've never drank it, I love waking up to the smell of coffee.

I'm super-critical of published grammatical or spelling errors.

If I had my way, I would have 4 kids by now.

I cuss in my head much more than I should ever admit.

If someone calls and wakes me up (regardless of the time of day), I will always lie and say I wasn't sleeping.

I love eating things directly out of the container.