I meant to call my brother but got my grandma by mistake today. I cringed. I love my grandma, but I so did not feel like talking.
The night before our housekeeper comes I make sure the washer and dryer are full of my clothes. So bratty right. God forbid poor D get his laundry done.
D's name is Darren. I don't know why I've called him D for so long now. The longer I blog, the more I want to share, but for some reason sharing his name at first wasn't something I wanted to do.
I don't celebrate Easter and am not religious.
I've missed these confession posts! Thank you Kathy for keeping me honest!