Confessions

Today I ventured into KMart (how they stay in business is beyond me since I always seem to be the only shopper in there) with both kids. It was just supposed to be a quick trip to the garden section to check out the mulch selection. As to be expected it with two kids in tow it turned into a bigger ordeal. First a potty stop, then I remembered I needed a new broom, and then I caved into Noah's begging to walk through the toy aisles. I just caved. And the caving just got worse. I let Noah and Camille each leave the store with a new toy (I have been trying to make a conscious effort to decrease buying random stuff and curtail Noah's obession with buying everything in sight) and I didn't even check the prices on the toys. To really top things off I bought a box of banana moon pies and we ate them all the way home. Happy kids full of sugar and new junk toys. $15 of happiness that wore off once we got home. But it was hot, I was tired, and there are just some days like that.

While I am confessing things, here are a few more:

I hate feet. Can't stand to be touched by other people's feet (except for baby feet). I love to eat things that are super sweet with things that are super salty. I don't eat them at the same time but alternate bites (one sweet, one salty, etc). Salt and vinegar chips with chocolate. Moon pies with funyons. I was wearing Duck boots held together with duct tape the night I met Adam. I have a fear of being struck by lightening or choking to death. I don't brush my children's teeth enough and Adam always cuts their fingernails because that parenting job scares me. I am a terrible packrat. My e-mail box has over 2000 messages in it including some from 1998!