Confession: I like a clean kitchen. If my kitchen is clean and my sink is empty, I feel like I really have it all together.
Confession: I sometimes empty the dishwasher of clean dishes just enough to be able to fit the dirty dishes from the sink.
Confession: I have two pair of the exact same kind of jeans. (American Eagle, skinny, if you’re wondering!)
Confession: I wear these jeans WAY too many times in between washings.
Confession: I would LOVE to be an author, but I probably won’t be. I am a great lover of words, but not a good writer of words. I enjoy nothing more than getting lost in a story. You might think this would be complimentary to writing a good story, but I’ve found that it doesn’t work that way.
Confession: I throw important things in the trash ALL.THE.TIME. I have thrown away the new credit cards that came in the mail, too many need-to-be-paid bills to count, a brand new pair of shoes, and so, so much more. This is probably my #1 flaw, if you ask my husband.
Confession: I have not ran in more than a month. That is the longest stretch without running since I revived my love affair with running post-high school.
Seriously, how many ‘wears’ do your jeans get in between washings?