Confessional Mondays or whatever used to be one of those go-to joke posts or go-to emotional posts that people would use for inspiration in the days before Facebook consumed all everything. To remind myself to attempt to live up to my own ideals, here is a hopefully funny, but probably lamely egotistical posts.*
I often confuse Cracker Barrel with Crate and Barrel.
I thoroughly enjoy and support high school robotics competitions, but worry about the use of drone technology by any entity.
I don't read as much as I'd like, but I am playing video games much less than earlier times in my life.
I can barely keep up with the pace of the New Yorker's print schedule, mostly because I spend so much time in my garden during the day.
I have not applied to jobs because I was worried I would be offered those jobs.
I find mowing my lawn tedious, but will spend hours weeding around my roses, hyacinths, irises, and lilies.
I am willing to shoot a deer, but almost cried when I ran over a hiding rabbit with my lawnmower.
I refuse to look in medical textbooks, unless I am forced to perform surgery after the whateveralypse.
I have many books on my shelves that I haven't read because I want my guests to think I have read them. This desire has greatly lessened since Lady Chemisty joined my life.
I like to think advertising doesn't work on me.
I have yet to finish writing a single story.
* 90% of this sentence is redundant.