my dear friend polly used to do friday confessions and i've done my share as well. at the moment, i'm reading jonathan franzen's the discomfort zone and it's giving me a strange desire to make all sorts of awkward confessions... or is it confessions of awkwardness? here are just a few:
~ when my sister and i played battleship as a child, i totally cheated. all. the. time.
~ i'm not that fond of chocolate. if it disappeared from the earth tomorrow, it would make no difference to me (please don't hate me).
~ i had a beautiful black and white gelding when i was 13. one day, i went to get him in the pasture and he bit the hell out of me, on my back, of all places. actually picked me up by my shoulder blade and shook me. and i never told anyone at the time, because i knew he would be sold immediately. no one noticed that i couldn't really lift my left arm for a good week.
~ i am a total sucker for a crime novel, even a crappy crime novel. i just reread stieg larsson's millenium trilogy and i have to say the man is the swedish dan brown, but still, i read like a maniac.
and i'm afraid that's all for today...i spent the little time husband allowed me before the computer today (he's a packing slave driver, i tell you) writing a foodie/wine post over on domestic sensualists, so please do check it out!
happy easter one and all!
