confessions

Confession:candy

I hide candy from my kids and husband so I can have it to myself.

Confession:

I was a teacher, but after having my own kids, decided I didn't really like kids anymore.

Confession:

When people find out my kids are all going to be in school full-time they always ask, "What are you going to do with yourself now?" as if I have nothing to do but just sit around. I'm always busy!

Confession:

My husband is a secret Gleek.

Confession:

I had a one night stand with a guy solely because he had an amazing beard.

Confession:

I'm afraid of feeling like a failure if I don't have kids.

Confession:

I want to carry a gun.

Confession:

I'm afraid I'm a ditz.

Confession:

I divorced my ex-husband because of sports. After marriage I learned that he was an all-sports fanatic. Something he cleverly hid during our long-distance courtship of one year. After six years of 24-hour sports, I slide out of home plate.

Confession:

Why are renters so weird? Our current neighbor is a real ass-hat

Confession:

My six-year-old son has yelled "Go douchebag!" at other cars in traffic. More than once.

Confession:

I stole postcards from a church in Italy.

Confession:

I am bisexual. However, men think this means I'm into threesomes and women think I'll leave them for a man! So I usually don't let people know. What to do?

Confession:

I'm pretending to just be friends with my best guy friend but I've been in love with him from first sight. I chose "friends" because I couldn't pursue anything else when we first met, but my heart breaks every day I see him, knowing if we were together it would probably be a disaster. I don't care. I love him anyway. And if I'm smart, he'll never know.

Confession:dirty?

I am an infrequent bather

Confession:

I review films and I have never seen Citizen Kane

Confession:

I only exercise when my friends start losing weight.

Confession:

I feel like I'm ruining my partner's life.

Confession:

When my ex dumped me, I put Nair in his shampoo.

Confession:employee of the year?

my resume is full of lies.

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