Confessions: Round 2

It’s been a little while since any confessions have been shared, so here’s another round for you. Enjoy!

I H.A.T.E. Adele’s music. She seems like a perfectly nice person, but I just don’t like her songs. If the frequency of her songs played on pop radio stations is any indication of her popularity, then I’m probably the only person in world who doesn’t like her. Practically every time I scroll through radio stations, there she is Rolling in the Deep or belting Hello. Because of this, my car radio dial is on the local NPR station 99% of the time.

There she is again. Always singing...

There she is again. Always singing...

For about 12 years of my life (middle school, high school, college, young adulthood), I kept a calendar with every outfit I wore, so I wouldn’t repeat the same outfit in an “embarrassingly” close timeframe. I stopped this a few years ago, but I do keep a written track of what I plan to wear for special events, so the same people don’t see me wear the same festive holiday outfit three evenings in a row. However, if I’m seeing different people each evening, then I rock that favorite outfit three nights in a row. #noshameinmygame

I wore the J. Crew Perfect Shirt to practically every holiday gathering in December, but only if I would see different people at each event.

I wore the J. Crew Perfect Shirt to practically every holiday gathering in December, but only if I would see different people at each event.

I pride myself on not spending too much time watching TV or binge watching Netflix. (I have plenty of other time-sucking bad habits.) However, I can’t help watching The Bachelor. It is so dumb and so ridiculous, but I just can’t stop.

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Shout out to our friend, Matt, who posted this petition to change the name of fire arts to spicy boys. Over 85,000 people have signed the petition, and I can’t stop laughing about this. The only way to make this better is to change the name from “boys” to “boyz.”

I received a Roomba for Christmas. I've wanted one ever since we adopted Annabelle and had a "heavily shedding pet" in our home. We run it at least once a day, and it has been life changing. The embarrassing thing is the number of photos I snap of Annabelle with the Roomba and the fact that we refer to it as Roomby, like it's our second pet. My obsession has reached an unhealthy level.

I could keep going, but I'll stop there for now. Am I the only one with strange habits, or do you have some confessions of your own?