I have fallen in love with a crockpot and I don't care who knows it.
Things like this make me laugh
I have an abnormal amount of guilt when I have to leave my dog at home and always hear that Sarah Mclachan song as I lock the door leaving those sad puppy eyes behind.
Now that it's finally colder in Houston, I'm playing a game with myself called "how cold can I let my house get before I have to turn on the heat because I'm too cheap for the electric bill." It's fun, you should try it.
This is the only ring John has ever 'put on it'
I can rationalize buying a $100 pair of shoes, but not a $10 worth of cleaning supplies.
Speaking of cleaning supplies, I absolutely hate buying anything labeled as a 'necessity'. Gross.
I don't think I ever truly learned how to be a 'real girl'. I have no idea how to put on eye shadow or curl my hair and no tutorial in the world will help me learn how. So shameful.
I think there's a direct correlation between people who have stick figure families on their minivans and people who wear crocks.
If your name on facebook has run on adjectives in the middle in quotations, I hate you.
I love sports
Sometimes my randomness (it's a word) scares John. I think it keeps excitement in the relationship.