... I try to talk myself out of confessing on Wednesday but knowing that I might meet new bloggers keeps me doing it every time.
... I often wish there was a link-up this popular every day. Hey, I like exposure as much as the next blogger (as much as I try to remember that numbers don't matter) and I want to trap all you Wednesday-only people so we can hang out every day.
... I've been using snapchat for months and I still don't fully get it. I don't have the T that everyone else has to make the text bigger and what is a story? And I can't swipe for filters, I've tried. (ETA: Thanks Brianne for explaining it. Since I won't let Snapchat have my location, they won't give me features. Jerks.)
... To further prove that I don't belong in the kitchen, I didn't read the instructions on a boxed coffee cake mix very well so I kind of messed that up on Sunday and I cut my thumb trying to make guacamole last night. I'm an awful wife.
... I don't care about the World Cup but go USA, I guess.
... I found posting a selfie of just me on Instagram over the weekend incredibly uncomfortable. I think selfie-ing solo takes a lot of confidence. I'll make sure someone or something is in the pic with me from now on!
... I know soda is bad for me but I can't quit it. High fructose corn syrup, why you gotta taste so good?
It's 2014 now but yeah, you get it.
... I set a workout goal for myself that I have totally abandoned. I should feel guilty but I don't, at least not yet.
... On a related note, I decided to start MyFitnessPal again and didn't even last a whole day. And then I bought dark chocolate peanut butter cups from Trader Joe's and don't intend to start again until the carton is gone.
... I'm taking summer casual at work to a whole new level this year. I'm basically wearing t-shirts and jeans every day and adding a cardigan and earrings when I feel fancy. They say to dress for the job you want, not the one you have, but I just want to be comfy while I have the opportunity.
... I spend a lot of time reading random things on the internet, like stories of people who have been in comas and what they dream about and the Dionne Quintuplets, who were basically made into a sideshow by the Canadian government. Hopefully I make it on to a game show someday and I can put some of this useful info to use.
Now go link up with Kathy and confess some stuff, or at least tell me about the random stuff you read about on the internet so I