Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT THAT!
I'm still obsessed with PostSecret. Here are a few more of my best kept secrets:
I feel bad for the clothes in my closet that I don't wear. I think I'm hurting their feelings.
I feel guilty about the books in "the pile," especially when I read one out of order, giving it "cuts" to the books that have been standing in line longer.
I have t-shirts in my drawer older than my children, older than my marriage, and sometimes I love them most of all.
I don't trust anyone that says, "Trust me!"
I usually know what someone is going to say before they say it, and it's all I can do to answer the question before they ask it.
I have more mugs than Carter has pills, but everytime I'm somewhere that sells mugs, I take a look.
If you knew how much I think about coffee, you'd be alarmed.
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I spent a looong time on that site after you first mentioned it. These are great ones. I absolutely identify with almost all of them, especially the clothes, pile of books and the mugs.
I visited the "secrets" site, too. I have a secret. My "Sweaty Hands" poem used to have a stanza about boogers in it, but I took it out because, let's face it, boogers are embarrassing! That IS what all of you guys have been commenting about, RIGHT? LOL!
Blessings to you!
Okay, okay, I'll play, too. In high school, I knew every word to all the songs on Ratt's first album. And nobody would have pegged me as a rocker chick.
I love this Carrie. Worrying about hurting the book's feelings. You are a nut.
I say to my pile...who wants a piece of me? You better call out good and loud. Does not matter one bit who was ahead of whom.
Trust me, this is a great list...
Just goes to prove that no object is inert, everything is senitent (especially t-shirts).
sentient
My sister in OCD, I can totally relate to worrying about moving a book! For me, it's more about the punishment from the universe that may rain down if I put it in the wrong place.
Okay, here goes: when I was little, I used to have to kiss every stuffed animal goodbye every time I left my room. Today, I have to blow a kiss to Isabel's door every time I pass it while she's sleeping, and...wait for it...I have to quickly kiss my wedding ring whenever I accidentally bang it into something.
Yesterday, Isabel had to kiss Bear, Panda Bear, and her pink ball goodbye just to sit down for lunch. All I could think was: WHAT HAVE I DONE??
Totally Universal! And the photo--perfection!
I've been thinking about a secret - but am too scared to tell. I used to tell my secrets, but I don't anymore.
Here's one -a baby one -I never trust the coffee maker at the store. See, I always order DECAF, but I sometimes think half way through my coffee that the coffee guy played a trick on me and that it's really CAFFEINATED. Then I stress out and pour it into the trash. A crime, you think. But, my body goes insane if I have too much caffeine. I'm a light weight, in that regard.
I identify too much with this list!
Ziji! Ha! The old caffeine reversal trick!
So funny.
Scuse me, I gotta go kiss my wedding ring.
Trust me, I have no secrets! I mean it! Honestly.
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