I only have two confessions, and I really shouldn't be posting more when I am so behind on replying to comments, but sometimes you gotta live on the edge, you know? #risktaker
Now that I finally spilled the beans about our house, I can confess this! Our underwriter thought my name was Matthew. She started referring to me as 'Matthew' in some emails and on a document. SHE MET ME IN PERSON BEFORE THIS. But apparently she was confused because Michael's dad is named Matthew and his name is still on Michael's bank account. I took her name and came up with a male equivalent and started referring to her as that to Michael. Ha! #petty
Last night at Zumba, we were like ten minutes in and I started to develop the most horrible wedgie of all time. Yeah, that's right, I went there. Going all TMI. Anyway, I stuck with it for like another half hour, but then I couldn't take it anymore, so at the end of a song, I had to sprint out of the room, down the stairs, and into the locker room to fix the situation. (Seriously, there was no way I was going to be able to get rid of it discreetly.) And then I ran back upstairs and into class much more comfortable than when I left, but still feeling like a weirdo. #poorundergarmentchoice #whyistherenobathroomupstairs?