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Confessions

A blogger I admire wrote a post filled with his confessions about anything. The post was without premeditation or editing, no matter how private or potentially embarrassing the information. I was inspired.

A few confessions of mine, written as they come to me...

I only eat broccoli because I know it's good for me. But I'm squeamish at it's flavor, and can only handle it when accompanied by a heavy dosage of dressing.

I'd rather go hiking than shopping.

Nine times out of ten I will buy a hot pretzel if I pass a pretzel vendor in ANY circumstance and NO MATTER how pricy the cost.

I'm a detestable grouch when woken in the middle of the night.

My husband is the only man I've ever kissed.

I feel most comfortable conversing with people in their 70's or older.

Most PG-13 movies make me feel uncomfortable.

My nose flares when I'm really, truly, laughing.

I struggle with 90% of political issues because I can see both sides and empathize with individuals promoting both views. The other 10% of issues, I have absolute conviction about one side and struggle not to harshly judge those that promote the opposite. Voting takes me a long, long time.

I love singing for people, but I flub up every time I play piano for ANYONE, even my toddler son.

I can walk for hours. I can only run for 5 minutes (...if that)...

When I was in kindergarten I had a crush on a vampire cartoon character. The kid in the middle...



This is harder than I thought...
That's it for now.

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