Not Guilty Pleasure, Just Guilty
The Guilty Pleasures I recently confessed to are harmless enough… just a lapse of taste rather than judgment.
But we all do some things where our normal good conduct goes slightly awry.
And confession is good for the soul.
So let me confess to some slightly less than perfect behaviors:
Guilt Relief In Thirty Seconds:
We have cats. Cats puke. Sometimes when I walk into a room and see that one of our cats has thrown up, I turn around and give my husband time to find it instead.
My toaster oven does not cook very evenly. When I make toast, one slice is nicely toasted, but not the other. I usually give my husband the other.
When I buy something new, I don’t wear it right away. I put it in a drawer for a couple of weeks. When I finally do wear it, if my husband asks, “Is that new?” – I say “No, I’ve had this for a while.”
I like to write (in my head) during a long drive. When I get a good idea, and I need some alone-time to think it out, I watch for a new BMW, or Ford, or …well, any car, really, and I say to my husband, “What do you think about that model?” And while he goes on and on about cars, I have at least a good half-hour with my thoughts.
The above sins are not even original sins. I first blogged these imperfections three years ago. But I felt the need to purge myself again. And to fill up another post.
And finally, let me confess that I wasn’t even quite honest about my Guilty Pleasures. Yes I love cheap drugstore makeup. And I tend to go a little overboard. But I may have misled you on the quantity. Because I posted this photo of my makeup shelves:
But I feel bad now, because I was a little dishonest when I took this photo. I have a tad more makeup than this. So here’s the real photo.
All done, thank you. I feel better.