Confessions

• I bite my nails and pick at my cuticles.  Most of the time this isn't even a conscious thing.  Any tips on stopping would be greatly appreciated.
• I am usually late to everything.  If I remember correctly I think I was about an hour late to my own wedding. 
• I let Miller play in the dog's water bowl while I do my makeup.  It's the best thing to keep him occupied.  Either that or I give him a bottle of tylenol to try to open.  Don't worry; there's a child safety seal.
• I peed into a yellow plastic Easter basket when I was about 3 or 4.  I made sure to never play with it as it made the rounds in toy boxes when I was growing up.
• I can count on one hand how many times I've worked out in a gym.  Well really, half a hand.  Working out is just so boring.
• My first real celebrity crush was David Bowie in LABYRINTH.  I didn't realize this until much much later when I could understand the tingling weird feelings in my stomach when I watched that movie.
• I used to eat all the marshmallows from "Lucky Charms" so when my little sister poured a bowl it would only be the grainy parts.  Sorry Erin; they were so good.
• I am awful at remembering people's birthdays.  But, hopefully, I make up for it in present giving?
• Every time I watch "Madmen" I want to smoke a cigarette.  Or four.
• I'd love to know who reads this blog.

Besides frequently reading (and loving, right?) this blog, what do you have to confess?