Confessional Friday: Cheaper than therapy, but just as effective.
Step right up ladies and
gents ladies. Let’s let it all out.
- I confess that my husband couldn’t have done any better on this year’s birthday gift. A Keurig! I’ve wanted one forever, or at least two years. It’s perfect for us since we rarely drink an entire pot of coffee.
- I confess that it took me 30 minutes yesterday to break apart, de-seed and eat a pomegranate. I love that darn fruit so much, but wow – it’s a ton of work! If you have any tips on easier ways to eat these, please let me know.
- I confess that I don’t know what I’d do without my SILSarah. We talk/text daily and I fully believe that just as much as God intended for me to marry Stephen, he intended for me to have Sarah as a best friend. I’m so grateful for such an amazing second family!
- I confess that (in case y’all didn’t notice in Tuesday’s outfit pics) we still have a pumpkin AND a Christmas wreath on our porch. This is not at ALL due to us being too lazy to throw the pumpkin away. Not at all. We completely intentionally kept it there as a segue from one holiday into another. (Riiiiiiiiight...)
- I confess that I made Stephen watch Deliverance Wednesday night. He had never seen that awful movie and I feel it’s every Burt Reynolds fan’s duty to see it at least once. It’s a terrific movie for preventing you from ever floating down a river in the wilderness. (Just in case you were planning a little mountain getaway.)
- I confess that, although I wasn’t familiar with him, I am excited for the new U of A football coach to start! Bret Bielema, please help us get more W-s than L-s next season. This Razorback fan thinks you can do it!
- And for anyone that wants to talk smack about his noticeably younger wife, shush. Girlfriend is looking cute and she did a fantastic job calling the Hogs. Not an easy task to do in front of tons of TV cameras and critical fans. Mrs. Bielema – call me, we’ll shop.
- I confess that I cannot understand why lovely, classy women are now using the term “amazeballs”. It’s tacky, it’s gross and it’s a great way to tell the world you lack tact. If someone you know uses this mess on a daily basis, consider gifting them with a thesaurus this Christmas. Apparently, this contributor agrees with my sentiment.
Be blessed, lovelies-