I confess that I feel like a true packing champion because I fit everything I need for a three day weekend into my Longchamp. It is jam packed to the brim and my shoulder may or may not give out by the end of the day...but hey, it's all in there. I deserve a medal.
I confess that I get angry as a pedestrian when walking across the street and a cab tries to cut me off by turning...
but I also get angry as a taxi cab passenger when the walkers take their sweet ass time crossing the street and we can't turn.
City living at its finest.
I confess that I got severely homesick when my familia took a walk to the park and sent me this picture of the falls. The Finger Lakes in the summer time is like no other. Home sweet home.
I confess that I'm super proud of my Lil Broski for getting his Associates degree! But I also confess that I made fun of him for taking 4 years to get an AS while it took me 2.5 years to get a BS. Brotherly/Sisterly love.
I confess that I was rather proud of myself for cooking a meal with three whole parts this week. My lacking chef skills and boredom usually kick in after making the main portion of dinner so yippee skippy for having a meat, a starch, and a veggie on my plate. Success.
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