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Originally Posted by JustJo
I confess that my fingers are firmly crossed for Zimmy on her interview...and that she gets this job. 
I confess that I was relieved dinner turned out well...I was worried when the chickens took forever to cook.
I confess that I have the bad habit of overloading the oven....and that there might need to be a double oven in my future. (Why... are two roasting chickens, 5 giant Russett potatoes and a double batch pan of brownies too much?  ) |
I confess that if you get a double oven, you should remember that heat moves UP and thus, your top oven will be warmer than you think when they are both in use!
I confess that we bought a double oven when we last shopped for an oven..and I wouldn't trade it for anything!
(Even if I hadda learn that lesson the hard way...and maybe even more than once because..) I further confess that it sometimes takes a few times for the lesson to sink in!
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Originally Posted by KatieStar
I confess...
That I couldn't be happier that my last class before (a MUCH needed) spring break begins in 30 minutes.
That my long naturally curly hair after being flat ironed makes me feel like a completely different (and pretty) woman.
I am flattered about my mini work promotion
After four papers, and a whole lot of pushing from my instructor, I FINALLY wrote an A paper! I was getting tired of his 88/89 bs!
Even though I am not perfect, I am still pretty damn good!
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I confess that seeing you post this made me smile!
I confess that you ARE beautiful and it's about time you remember that again!
I confess that sometimes there are things in life that are difficult, but the people who really know you won't be affected by said things...as they will never question the person you are.
I confess, I am so glad you are my BFF...and I adore you!
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Originally Posted by DamonK
I confess... the holy terror, Peppa, won't leave me, or her sisters, or her brother alone.
I confess... I just discovered the roll of packing tape the holy terror, Peppa, got.
I confess... the holy terror, Peppa, is now on her back trying to get Riley to play with her.
I confess... I get highly amused when the holy terror, Peppa, gets up on the window sill and sits there, staring out in the neighbors yard. I just KNOW she's plotting. She's ALWAYS plotting.
I confess... that though it was a slow start to get moving, my chores are starting to get done faster.
I confess... I'm trying to get a project done at the same time.
I confess... I'm watching things off the DVR too.
I confess... it may be too much at once.
I confess... the girl is in for it. 
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I confess, my creatures make me laugh often!
I further confess that reading your posts (And MBE's posts) about your bunch always make me smile and/or laugh!!!
I confess my animals plot often too...against each other, against the neighbors, against us, against the house...or the furniture..or the helpless sock that they found under the bed..etc!