- I confess that I really wish I knew how to turn off Facebook publicizing my every move. If I look at a website, inquire about a size from a boutique, listen to a dadgum song on Spotify or blow my nose – Facebook tells the world.
- I confess that I am cheap. Stephen and I have had this goal of learning Italian for approximately the entire three years we’ve been together. We are thisclose to buying Rosetta Stone, but it costs more than my car payment. Significantly more. So we recently did a bootleg version of it online. And there’s a reason it was a bootleg version.
So far, we’ve learned “La bambina beve”: The baby drinks; and “La bambina mangia”: The baby eats. I have a feeling these phrases won’t get us very far in Italy. But we’ll be in luck if we need to identify an infant eating pasta.
Buy the real Rosetta Stone. Lesson learned.
- I confess that I’ve been sucked into a vortex known as Rosecliff. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but it’s time – I have an addiction. Rosecliff is this really nerdy game that involves searching for random objects within various “rooms” that look like some of the houses on Hoarders. It’s probably a super ancient game that my belated-adapter self is just now discovering. I don’t care.
- Am I the only one who can’t resist clicking the recommended YouTube videos or iTunes songs? Like, when you go on iTunes to purchase one specific song and then it gives you the ‘ole “You might also like (insert name here)”. Why yes, iTunes. I believe I might. Gets me every time.
- The little mom ‘n pop pharmacy that I use sends me the sweetest handwritten thank-you note every time I have a prescription filled. This makes my heart so full of happiness for the small businesses that still do the little things for their customers. They are my heroes.
Confess to me, bunnies!