Secrets

If you are reading this, we are probably friends. And since friends don't keep secrets there are several things I need to tell you about....

1. I got a speeding ticket today. The last speeding ticket I recieved was on Thanksgiving Day of 2003. So although it has been a few years, I am still wishing it hadn't happened.
My dad claims I should go to court and say: " I had two babies in the back and both were crying and I am sick and tired, and my husband is in Iraq, serving our great country and I was trying to get home so I could talk to him, because he can only talk to me during certain hours and I was running late and I just really needed to talk to him."
You may think this is funny, but it really is all true. The point of the story is, he wanted me to whine to try and get out of the ticket. Maybe it would work, maybe not. I think I will just pay the fine and save my time and effort.

2. Melanie, Sarah and I (and Meredith) didn't try the cupcake store. Melanie scoped it out to find it was as big as my Master Bathroom with no "experience". Lame! We wanted the experience. Who wants to walk into a closet and take their cupcake to go? So we went to a place called Hotcakes. This was a fancy little shop with salads, sandwiches and deserts. It was a very neat place...very pretty, very soothing, very hip. This place gave us an experience.
They went all out and got cheesecake and bread pudding. Mere wanted a cupcake though, so I stuck with a cupcake - a carrot cake one. It was pretty yummy, but I think my own are better.
The experience was neat though. And the company was even better.

3. I was catching up with an old friend the other night and he asks what my life is like these days. I respond with "Nothing exciting, just hanging out with babies, housechores and shopping!" He was shocked that I don't go to work, and thought that I had it made that I didn't have to get up and report for duty somewhere, punch in the time card, come home exhausted and do it all over again. Well, let me enlighten you. I don't have to leave the house, but I still have to report for duty. Infact, I never get to punch out. Don't think I get to sleep in, or relax all day and watch all my favorite shows. Because that is not my life at all.....
The bottom line is, he doesn't have kids.

4. I mailed Rich his birthday package a few days ago. In the process of packaging it, Lucas was insistant on eating some cookies. I say, "No, those are for Daddy!" So for the rest of the day - yes it takes a long time to pack a care package, especially when two kids are constantly demanding your attention - Lucas kept saying "No cookie, for Daddy! Box is for Daddy". He reminds me of an Ewok. Do you know what that is? Okay. Well I do, and that is all that matters.

5. I hope you aren't keeping secrets from me!