Confessions From The Batcave

In my last five days of posting, I have subjected you to pictures of my kids, a long winded explanation of how I am most certainly as hot as Megan Fox even if my mirror disagrees,  a personal story about my sex life, my feelings on the Yankees World Series win, a way to win stationary and bad-mouthed Ma Ingalls. If this tells you anything it's that I'm an incredibly focused person. I pick a topic and stick to it.

Right. Focused. What am I supposed to be doing now? Oh yeah, confessing.

  • As I sat down at my computer tonight to blog I found the foot of a fallen action figure. Although I can't be certain, I suspect it is the Joker's. A one legged Joker should make Batman's job so much easier.

  • When I was a kid I used to dream about teaching my own kids to read. (I know, I was a weird kid) and now that Bella is reading so well I feel an overwhelming sense of pride. I almost took video of her reading today to share online. The only reason I didn't is because I'm lazy and also I thought that might be a bit excessive.

  • My feet are freezing yet I refuse to put on socks. "Why?", you ask. Well, because I'm stupid. Yep that's pretty much the whole reason.

  • I've confessed before, but it bears repeating. I'm a horrifying speller. I'm pretty sure I've misspelled at least two words so far and have no idea how they should really be spelled. Dear Spellcheck, Thank you for existing. Amen and goodnight.

  • Tonight I suggested that Matt and I go to a hockey game for our anniversary and he mocked me. Apparently he doesn't think hockey games are romantic. Ice and blood, what's not romantic about that?

  • I think a party in the Batcave would be awesome. It would be the coolest party ever. I wonder if Robin and Alfred would be there?

  • I made my own header. Well sort of. I picked a picture, loaded it into the new free paint program Mr. Punk recommended. Attempted to turn the picture into a header for about fifteen minutes and then ended up sending it to Mr. Punk. He resized it for me and then I skillfully typed the title of my blog on the picture. Oh yeah, I'm a computer graphics genius.

  • I have never written a confessions post without mentioning Trent Edwards. I'm not going to start today. Actually, I'm going to up my stalky obsession and put up a picture in this post. I found this picture while searching for the frosted tips picture and saved it in case he lost big again. Of course then he got all concussy....anyway, I call this picture: Nice Coat. Feel free to caption it if you feel you can do better.

  • I'm so glad my every move isn't photographed.

  • I'm going to go to bed and stick my icicle feet on Matt. He's my husband, it's his job to suffer so that I can be comfortable. I think that was in his marriage vows somewhere.


Dione said...

My caption for the photo:

Thumbs up. Elbows back. Feet apart. Knees together. Bottoms up. Tongue out. Eyes shut. Turn around.

A tooty ta. A tooty ta. A tooty ta ta. A tooty ta. A tooty ta. A tooty ta ta.

London said...

I can't believe you can walk around barefoot this time of year. Don't you live in New York? Oh and I totally get you on the reading thing, it is a HUGE accomplishment!

London said...

Also, I've been meaning to ask. Who is Trent Edwards?

Mr. Punk said...

Caption: "After the concussion."

roadrunner201 said...

I hear ya on the feet thing. Why am I sitting here with cold feet when there are a drawer full 200 feet down the hall. Mostly because I am lazy. . .

Rachel@just another day in paradise said...

the "I just threw up in my mouth a little" look

Carl said...

I know other romantic games best, in this sense, that hockey and do not need ice or blood in them to enjoy them.