Confession

I have a few. Well not really confessions, but a few things I'm slightly embarrassed about or think is too funny not to share with the few people who actually read this blog. Or I simply want your opinion. So, in no particular order, here they are:

1. I've been listening to Christmas music for two weeks now. I'm typically a one holiday at a time kind of girl. But for some reason, this year I just can't help myself!

2. Claire and Drew put on a play for me last night. Drew was a bat and Claire was a dragon. I laughed so hard I cried, because Claire's one line was "I am the dreaded dragon. I breath fire! The bat is my only friend left!" And Drew kept whispering it to her over and over from the other side of the room where she made her entrance. And Claire couldn't hear her so she kept saying "What? Drew, I can't hear you!" and ran off stage. Of course you had to be there to see Claire wearing only a hooded dragon costume and underwear, but you get the idea.

3. I'm seeing New Moon tonight. I haven't read the books, but I have a tendency, like many women, to see a movie simply because it stars an attractive man. And Rob Pattenson is undeniably attractive. 

4. Hank, Drew, and Claire love hearing stories about when I was little, back in the olden days before there were cell phones. It forces me to think back on all those silly and embarrassing childhood memories that I'd almost completely forgotten. So earlier this week I told them that I use to be afraid of Santa Claus. They weren't remotely sympathetic when I tried to explain that I didn't like the idea of an old man with a beard coming into my house at night and eating all the milk and cookies, even if his intention was to give me gifts. Every year I crawled into bed with my sister completely terrified. And when our family took pictures with Santa I refused to stand near him at all. The Marriott kids laughed at me for being afraid of someone who is so obviously good and nice. 

5. I've had a reoccurring dream that I have really long hair and it's making me want to grow it out again. But in order to have said long hair, I have to go through the in between awkward phase when I hate my hair everyday. Conundrum.

6. I've had my eye on someone for a while now, and I'm fairly certain he doesn't even know I exist.