Confessions

Yeah, this is gonna be nothing like that Usher song.

Ever since I confessed to eating at Taco Bell every week I have felt the need to tell all my deepest darkest secrets. I don't know why. Also, when I dream about this I picture myself testifying all this stuff in front of some Senate sub-committe.

1. I secretly want an SUV and envy those who drive them. But I refuse to own one largely because of enviornmental and safety issue. Don't get me wrong, I would never tell anyone else what they should drive. If you want one you should get one. And I will continue to covet it from afar (that is, until manufacturers get off their asses and build a safe, reasonably priced hybrid).
2. I watch One Tree Hill. ALOT.
3. I read while driving. When my son is in the car with me (a total of 4.2 miles daily), I am super cautious about driving. My hands are at 10 and 2 and I drive 5 miles below the speed limit. Occasionally we will push the envelope by singing some Sesame Street songs. When I am alone I read. At stop lights. During traffic jams. I usually manage to get through an entire chapter on my way home. Reading whilst driving is like crack to me.
4. I dance in the car. Is that much of a confession? Everyone does that, right?
5. I only balance my checkbook once a month. I am very good with money, but I rarely carry cash. I save all of my receipts and then once a month I do battle with my checkbook. Shut up; it works for me.

What I am reading: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
What I am listening to: Rascal Flatts and Kelly Clarkson - What Hurts the Most. Awesome song; awesome combo.