Confessions

My homemade toothpaste makes me gag.  It tastes horrible.

Fresh-ground whole wheat makes a lousy additive to anything other than your health.  

Flat pancakes, flat cookies, hard bread.

When I brush our cow, I sometimes wonder if he will taste good.  

And I consider what a beautiful rug his hide will make.  And I still pet him.

I let Daisy have popcorn and a cupcake in lieu of dinner yesterday. 

I sneak-read online star-gossip.  Even about stars I don't know.

I really did like having a housekeeper. I wish I had one now. 

My homemade blue-cheese dressing doesn’t taste as good as store bought, 

no matter what I tell Dan and Daisy.  

Homemade whole-wheat pasta tastes awful. 

I hate our vintage vinyl flooring.  It is ugly and I don't care that it's environmentally friendly that we haven't ripped it out.  I want a new kitchen floor.

I have served cheap wine to people who drink too much and saved the more expensive stuff for myself.

I'm sick of milking our cow.  I wish I had enough money to pay someone else to do it.

I use a commercial pesticide on my dogs to ward off fleas and ticks.  I know it's evil.

I fantasize about being a professional dancer.  Tango, East Coast Swing...

I sing 70's folk-songs at the top of my lungs in the car.