[These are my confessions…]

Confessions of a “grown-up.”

I spent all weekend with my parents, which means that this nearly-30-year old was babied all weekend long.

1) On Monday morning, for example, my lunch was packed for me. “I Love You” note and all.

2) When I got back from work, I noticed post-its all around my room. My mom made sure to write down all the things in my apartment that needed to be repaired and followed up with me when she landed in Orange County to make sure I entered the service requests online.

3) And, finally, this was my dinner on Monday night.

 

I play the baby card.

Unless there’s ice cream involved.

Then I’m a grown up.

I do what I want.

Questions of the Day:

• What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

• ‘FESS UP. Tell me a secret.

Past Confessional Posts:

• Number 1 
• Number 2 
• Number 3
• Number 4
• Number 5
• Number 6
• Number 7
• Number 8
• Number 9
• Number 10
• Number 11
• Number 12
• Number 13