Oh dear, look at the time. I completely forgot it was Friday.
And if we're going to go there, I could also say I completely forgot it was Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday!
'Tis the season to lose your head in Christmas merriment and forget about daily routines like blogging and walking the dog and deodorant. But now here we are just nine days away from the big day; the culmination of all this bustling.
(One could also say we're only eight days away from the dumbest day to leave your house. On which day Corey and I will be fighting the crowds of NYC, but more on that later. Like after I know we're going to make it home alive.)
So check back next year for a real Friday Confessions because until then I might only have to say stuff like how I'm not a fan of Michael Buble anymore because he has a potty mouth and that I got mad at Corey one night and told him what I got him for Christmas.
And then you'll hate me for being so mean.
Because, I mean, who doesn't have a potty mouth these days, right?
So until then, peace on earth and goodwill toward men.