Confession Number 221: I wander around the house while I brush my teeth. Sometimes for upwards of ten minutes, I'll be perusing the closet, watching the kitty boys play, checking the computer, opening mail, you name it. In fact, it's very difficult for me to even stay in the bathroom while brushing. The bristles come out and my feet just itch to wander. But here is where stuff gets hypocritical: Other people brushing their teeth, specifically spitting out toothpaste, triggers gag reflex so fast it's dangerous. Blech. Just thinking about it... eew.
(I also decided to go photo-free for this blog - because honestly, you don't need to see any pictures of me and my teeth AND I don't want to hear of any gagging!)
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I'm a wandering brusher myself.
My confession this week: I hate getting haircuts. More so than going to the dentist- but I hate that too. I think it has something to do with having to sit absolutely still for so long.
I know it sounds silly but when you make your Friday confession, you're really confessing for the two of us. Just so you know.
FINALLY heard your telly message when I crossed the Montana border yesterday.
:)
Yes to the rocks. Talk to you more about that tomorrow.
NO to the pink and black chicken.
Loveyou.
My coffee confession: For years I hated coffee. Umber is an avid coffee drinker, usually cappuccino or latte. I would always take a sip of hers just to remind myself that I didn't like it.
At one point, after being together for about 10 years and her still on a mission to get me to drink coffee, she got a job working at an independent coffee place. Higher end stuff. Great beans, good roasting, and baristas that know how to pull a damn fine espresso shot (her being one of them).
Well, she convinced me to try just the espresso; no milk, no nothing, just the shot. F'ING AMAZING! So it turns out that it wasn't the coffee I didn't like, it was the steamed milk.
I still don't like cappuccinos and such, but I love straight black coffee or a well pulled shot of espresso.
Sweet victory. Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
summer confession:
i love watermelon. a lot. so much so that i'll buy one and eat the whole damn thing myself in like 2 days. Steve hates it, so i never have to fight for it, it's ALL MINE. i always figure there are worse addictions than tasty fresh fruit.
I do exactly the same thing. It's actually quite a problem, because I end up not really brushing at all because I try to take on tasks that require both my hands. So therefore, the paste turns kinda runny with my welling saliva threatening to drip out the sides of my mouth. I sometimes have to force myself to stay in the bathroom just so I will legitimately brush!
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