confessions...

... just because it's late at night and Andrew's sleeping and Adam's out of town. I'm spilling my guts. And I'm going to use bullet points, because they're fun... and it's the only method of organizing that I feel like using at the moment.

I would like to confess that...

• I haven't cleaned my bathroom toilet in a century. Almost.
• I think there's a thing of sour cream in my fridge that's got a June expiration date on it.
• There's an inch of dust on my pianos.
• There's a spoon in my dishwasher that's been in there for ages because I keep running it through in the hopes that the spoon will magically get clean one of these days.
• I bought space-bags off an infomercial with good intentions. They're still sitting in a box in my living room.
• I consider Kona's swimming in the pool as her "getting a bath".
• I have an empty container of lotion on my desk that's been there for at least a year.
• The top drawer in my nightstand hasn't been gone through since I was 16 years old. Which was almost 14 years ago.
• I'm having a melt-down now realizing how old I am...

Time for bed.