Confession Saturday

I confess:

~I almost gave up my writing time today to wrap presents.  Almost, but not quite.

~I am a fair weather composter.  Hello, 20-below windchill, and hello, garbage disposal.

~After many years of jeans that were too big, and a few weeks of jeans that were, well, just a little too small, I have learned anew the blessing of a pair of jeans that are Just Right.

~I realize that I am my own worst enemy when it comes to making lists.  Which is why I usually don't make them.

~There were many years when the only reason I ever got dinner on the table was the T.V.  O, drug of children, O, help of mothers.  I confess, I am glad to be through those years.

~I confess, yesterday my nine year-old taught me what TTFN means:

Ta-ta for now.