Confessions

I need to take a break from the big, multi-picture posts. Today is a typically busy Saturday with the usual housecleaning and homework, a birthday party, a piano festival, running errands (like the Asian grocery store where I let the little girls talk me into buying way too much Asian junk food--probably because I secretly wanted it myself), and updating the mini-van! I'm pretty excited about that. The old one has some semi-serious issues, and the new one has SEAT WARMERS. What more could a girl ask for in the middle of a Utah winter?

So today's post is nothing more than my confessions for the week:

1) I still don't know who won the Super Bowl. That's how into it I'm not.

2) I occasionally drink out of the milk carton.

3) I've been driving around in an unregistered car for about 6 months. (Good thing I'm getting a new one today.)

4) I've become totally and completely addicted to Downton Abbey. Partly for the clothes and scenery, and partly because I want servants. This morning after making eggs and toast for everyone but Kate who wasn't downstairs yet, I set aside a plate of food for her. When she finally showed her face around 10am, she asked if I had washed any underwear. I told her where the clean laundry was, pointed out the plate of food and suddenly realized, I'M THEIR SERVANT! Where's MY servant?

5) There is a small bag of dark chocolate salted caramels hidden in my master closet. They can't take that away from me . . .