Did anyone else think of Usher when reading this title? Because I was definitely singing "Confessions Part II" in my head as I was writing this post.
I have seen confession posts on different blogs, and I thought it was a great idea. So these are my confessions...
I confess...I have turned into a horrible parker. Ever since I got my new car, I have become terrible at parking. It's embarassing. My old car was a lot bigger than my current car now, which you would think makes it easier, but I just cannot get in a spot straight! Luckily, my car is small, so even when I am crooked, I am still within the lines. However, it still is pretty awful. What makes it even worse, is that I feel like I really try to do a good job now, only to fail miserably. I will be pulling in my apartment parking lot, think I am really straight, get out and no dice. It's ridiculous.
I confess...I have a thing with wet shoe laces. I really don't like it when my shoe laces get wet. For example, if it is wet outside, when I get home and take off my shoes, I tuck my shoe laces inside my shoes. That way they have no chance to get caught underneath the wet soles, or get damp from a wet spot on the rug.
I confess...I thought my vacuum was broke, but really, it was just user error. Oops! My dad text me the other night, after he heard from my mom that my vacuum wasn't working. I was planning on calling him this weekend, when I had more time, but it turns out I didn't even need to actually talk to him on the phone. He had me send him a picture of the bottom of the vacuum and the top part of the bottom. From those pictures, he was able to tell me how to fix it! I had accidently pressed down a lever. It didn't look like it was all the way down, so it didn't even catch my eye. But my dad saw it and sure enough, once I had moved it, the vacuum worked! Thanks, dad! Guess I just need to pay more attention next time.
I confess...sometimes I type in numbers on my ten key at work, expecting them to show up on my computer in Excel. I feel like I have a reasonable explanation for this, though. When I first started working, someone got me a left-handed keyboard. I am not sure why...I am left-handed, but I didn't even know they made special keyboards for that. The difference in the number keys are on the left-hand side, which is where I keep my ten key. So I feel like it only makes sense that I sometimes accidentally type on there, as opposed to my keyboard. I just hope no one ever catches me doing that though, it would be kind of embarrassing!
I confess...I broke my no spend month this past weekend. The purse I have been lusting after was on sale and the deal was too good, I couldn't not buy it!
Linking up with Amanda and Annie.