Posts tagged ‘confession’

August 3, 2012

Come Clean Friday – No Babies!

Have you missed Come Clean Friday?  I have.  I have a lot to confess.  This confession is about babies.  Here it goes.

I got up early Tuesday morning to get a head start on my workload.  When I say early, I mean 8:00 am.  Life is amazing when you make your own schedule.  Before you shake your head in disappointment, you should know that I often work until 2 am.

Back to the story.  I was up working early when the husband decided to drag his lazy ass out of bed. He walks into our home office/guest room/closet/art studio and asks me to dinner that evening.  I look at him a little bewildered and say, “Sure, I can cook us something delicious tonight.”  He gives me a shy smile and corrects me by saying, “No, baby, I want to take you on a date.”  You know that made me melt.

We have “dates” all the time.  Fancy dinners on a Tuesday and delicious cocktails on a Wednesday are not out of the norm for us.  What can I say, we like food and booze.  But, he rarely asks me on a date!  What will I wear?!

Soon after the romantic glow infected me, I got skeptical.  What does he want?  Does he want to tell me something?  Is he trying to soften the blow with a sweet invitation to dinner?  Oooohhhhhh shit…he wants a baby.  I knew we shouldn’t hang out with our bad ass baby neighbor, Cooper.  He is seriously the coolest baby in the world.  Damn it!  I immediately started mentally preparing a negotiation plan to buy more time.

He called me at 5:00 to remind me of our date.  This is also unusual.  I typically call him at 7:00 to remind him that it is dinner time and then we eat around 10:00.  So he calls me, and I really get curious.  I get in the shower and ponder it some more.  Shut your mouth, I often do not bother to shower until just before he gets home.  I sit in my filth all day, and his impending arrival is my hygiene deadline.

Turns out our date fell to pieces.  We are a much better at being spontaneous.  Everywhere he wanted to go was either booked or closed.  That’s okay.  We ended up spending the evening at three of our favorite Oak Cliff spots with some of our favorite bartenders and managers.  We even got into the newest local hot spot, Boulevardier.  Didn’t eat there, but their French wine caught my drool while I was reviewing the menu.

And guess what…no mention of babies!  I even forgot about it by the end of the night.  I came clean with him the following evening.  He looked at me like I had three heads and said, “Do you think I am ready to give up fancy dinners on Tuesday and delicious cocktails on Wednesday?”  Whew!  We are still on the same page and have a few more years of freedom.  Mom, stop counting down the days.

February 17, 2012

Come Clean Friday

It is my favorite day of the week!  Come Clean Friday.  The day I tell you about something silly, embarrassing, or just dumb that I have recently done.  Today’s confession is about me being completely pissed off that I got an “undeserving” red light ticket.  My facebook rant along with my ahha moment is below.   I protected the names of the innocent and highlighted my favorite comment.

December 30, 2011

Come Clean Friday

I had too many Golden Monkeys followed by too many glasses of wine and became the friendliest person in the bar. You know that girl. I noticed a cute couple nearby and needed an icebreaker so that I could become their new best friend. So I complimented his hideous gold iPhone case. And I didn’t drop it. He was so impressed by my good taste, clearly I am a good actress, that he gave it to me. I couldn’t decline. You see, he is Asian. Isn’t it extremely offensive to decline gifts in the Asian culture? So I accepted and gave him by simple black case to protect his own phone. Looking back, I think I kept on about the case because his accent was so thick that I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. I also think I might have actually liked the case that night. You can imagine my shock when my alarm went off the following morning and the glare of the sunlight bouncing off the shiny gold almost blinded me. I made myself use it for a week as a shameful reminder of my excessive alcohol consumption. That, and I didn’t have time to get a new case.

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