Aug 21, 2013

Uncomfortable truths, vol. 52

Over the last few weeks, I've invited guest-posters to share their Uncomfortable Truths with you. First Ricky, then Steph, and then Rachel.

They were all great, and I have at least three more pinch-hitters to go. But in the meantime, I thought I'd pop back in this week with another set of my own. Because if I go too long without posting a list of five, they start to back up in my mind -- and we can't have that.

Tune in next week for the next exciting guest, who will be baring her soul for you. That is, if you can ever bring yourself to come back here after today.

1. When I entered the restroom at work recently, it stunk horribly of poop. For better or worse, the offender had already departed. As I was washing my hands, another woman came in. I left the restroom, then doubled back in and said to her stall door, "I'm sorry. I just can't go back to my desk letting you think I did this. I DIDN'T DO THIS." Pride. It's a terrible thing.

2. I wiped out Nick and Jake's sink the morning on which I took this picture. They brushed their teeth, and then I took this picture. This doesn't even count Nathaniel's mess ... he has his own sink.

3. Someone used the phrase "in my carefree 20s" the other day. Carefree 20s? What are those? I don't think I was ever carefree in my entire life. Do all firstborns feel that way? I remember worrying excessively in like 2nd grade. Got married at 22. Yep, bypassed carefree altogether.

4. Ever since I was little (I was reminded of this when I featured a letter to "Santa" I wrote when I was 10), I've written my lowercase letter A differently depending on my mood. I think the style that comes most naturally to me is the rounder version ... an O with a little tail on the right side. But if I'm feeling feisty or artsy, I go with the one you see in this typeface ... a. And sometimes I start out with one and then unconsciously switch to the other ... like I did here:

5. This is the worst Uncomfortable Truth I've ever shared here. I know. I've said that before. BUT I REALLY MEAN IT THIS TIME. It might even cost me some readers. But it can't be helped. I took a picture of it, and therefore I have to share it. It's been burning a hole in my laptop for a few months now. So. It only takes one day -- ONE DAY -- for our kitchen sink to fill to overflowing if I don't load the dishwasher. And a few months ago when I went more than a day without doing it, I came down the next morning to find this:

To those of you who never come back, it was nice knowing you.

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