Friday Confessions

I'm back to Friday Confessions.  With a vengeance.  See below, if you dare.

1. The very funny Mamarazzi at Dandelion Wishes reminded me of something I must share or else I will just die: I've got these little hairs prematurely sprouting from my face.  You probably could guess that about me, judging by my deep manly voice and burly physique, but what is odd is that my little hairs are less of a whisker and more of an out-of-control-peach-fuzz.  It is not unusual to see me walking around with a two-inch baby hair attached to my chin.  Don't judge.  I'm beautiful on the inside.

2.  Mamarazzi also makes me think of that "Paparazzi" song by what's-her-face...uh...Lady Gagoo.  For the first several months that song was out and played all. the. time. I sang at the top of my lungs, "blah, blah, blah, papa...papa roxie..." while thinking, what's up with this poor girl's dad??

3.  I am an over-sharer.  A serial TMI-er.  It's because I don't know you.  Well, I know some of you, but those of you I know also know me and know this is not out of the ordinary.  For that reason...

4.  I probably won't stop.

5.  But I digress...
6. It took me an entire week to realize going to work while it's 15-20 degrees with my hair wet is what is causing me to shiver at my desk all day.

7.  Our Christmas tree is still up.  Every night for two weeks we've had this conversation: "We'll definitely take the tree down tomorrow night."  But we will definitely be taking it down, for sure, tomorrow night.

8.  Maybe, we may be taking it down tomorrow night.

9.  Most likely not.  I doubt our tree will be down before February.

10.  This is what I found in my purse today: poop bag, night light, candy wrapper, wine cork, ribbon, two sets of car keys, refrigerator magnet, and 14 tissues.  This is, of course, in addition to hair ties, two wallets, a lipstick holder, several pens and bobby pins.

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Happy Friday!  Or Tuesday, for those of us who may or may not have been completely thrown off by Wednesday's snow day...