A couple of weeks ago I did a confessions post, and there seems to be a lot to confess, so here I am again:
I once wrote a super dramatic poem about my now husband. I wrote it before we officially started dating. Then I entered it into a creativity contest just before we got engaged and won like $100, so that’s pretty cool. (Heyo…put it towards the dress!!!)
In college, I was the secretary of the African American Student Association. I know. I’m not black! lol
(I had to wear white! smh)
I used to let kids cheat off of me in the 6th grade. You see, I transferred from South Carolina to Florida, and they put me in classes with the kids who didn’t make the honors classes. I ended up having the highest grade point in every subject that year, and in 7th grade they moved me to the honors classes. But before they did, I enjoyed a fantastic year of gifts from those who cheated off me: pizza on papa johns day, fake nails, chips, sodas. Hey, had to make friends somehow!
hangriness doesn’t begin to describe the struggle when I’m hungry. Poor Roger. I was diagnosed with hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) as a child. But I am not sure that diagnosis stands, one, and two, it shouldn’t be an excuse for not treating people well just because I need to eat. SO yes. I confess I haven’t treated my husband very nicely at time of hangriness. And I’m sorry Roger. I LOVE YOU!!!!! Promise!
(taken just hours before my first/biggest hanger meltdown…the one where my mom knew something was wrong with me! Fourth grade, yo.)
(The sign my old roomie/bestie got me to help me warn my co-workers! lol)
I admit, my husband is better at crafting than I am. There, I said it. Though, I’m not ashamed of this fact. We don’t believe in traditional roles, anyway. Who says the girl has to be the one good at crafts?!