Confessions

Sometimes a little bit of confession can be therapeutic, and  there are a few things I need to get off my chest.  So here we go:

I slurp my popsicles.

I write myself reminders on little quarter-sheets of paper and bring them home, where they end up in random places to remind myself of what I need to do.  Sometimes I forget about the random pieces of paper, and then I find them months later, after I haven't done what I was supposed to remember to do.  I used to have a planner or a notebook when I was in school, but now I do this.  I'm not convinced that it's a better system, but it's what I do.

I have received hand-me-downs (and hand-me-ups) from every member of my wife's family, including her mom and sister.  I may or may not wear some (or a lot) of those clothes on a regular basis... Not so much the ones from her mom and sister, though.

I own a fat suit.  My mom made it for me when I was in high school so that I could play the part of a fat woman in some videos we made for assemblies.  I've used this same fat suit to play Santa Claus before.  Yep.  I'm that cool.

I enjoy making spreadsheets for every major financial decision.  I compare stores, brands, features, and prices.  I get this from my dad.  It's kind of a compulsion.

I may or may not own a pocket protector.  Okay, I do.  It was given to me as a gag gift while I was in the MTC.  I have never used it, though, but I keep it around for emergency costume situations.

If I have taken off my socks, I don't like to put that same pair back on, regardless of how long I wore them before taking them off.  Even if it was only a minute.  Also, I may or may not have a pack of brand new socks in my drawer that I have never worn.  I may or may not be saving them for some unforeseen occasion.

Sometimes I have a hard time keeping secrets.  This is especially true if I have bought my wife what I think is a good gift.  Christmas is really hard for me for this reason.  She's nice, though, and doesn't try to get it out of me and ruin the surprise.

Speaking of that, I just bought my wife a really, REALLY good Christmas gift yesterday.  I'm going crazy trying to keep it a secret.

I rarely carry cash, and so I charge everything I pay for (and then pay it off each month).  However, I usually feel embarrassed if I am charging anything under $3... so I have actually bought things I didn't really want in order to make the total go higher than $3 or $4 so that I'm more in my comfort zone of credit card use.

I may or may not have turned on my sprinklers while my neighbors were crossing through my yard.  I may or may not have laughed while they tried to figure out a way around it.  Why they don't just use the sidewalk, I will never know.  (I may or may not be the grumpy old man on my street.)

There.  I feel better.