I have some things to get off my chest. Some things I’ve done this week that I need to confess. Judge me if you will…
Make Up Confession
Yesterday I took a brand new thing of blush back to the Mac counter at Macy’s and told them that I had recently purchased the blush there, but when I got home and opened it the blush was shattered. They exchanged it right on the spot.
It is true that I recently purchased the blush from that counter. And when I opened it for the first time, the blush was shattered. But I didn’t tell them that 2 seconds before I opened the blush for the first time, I dropped it down my stairs.
I need to confess this make up sin so that the make up gods do not curse me by discontinuing my favorite make up products for the rest of my life.
Dog Bath Confession
I hate bathing my dogs. I usually pay a large amount of money so that I can drop them off at a salon smelling like poo and pick them up in a few hours smelling like sunshine. But we are poor this month after all our holiday excitement and I can’t take them to the dog salon without taking out a second mortgage on my house. And Chris won’t agree to co-sign with me for that, so I have been forced to bathe them myself.
So, a few days ago I cleaned them with a lint roller and then I sprayed them with Febreeze. This might raise all kinds of red flags about what kind of mother I will be, but I’ll just have to think about that on another day.