Confessional Friday: {Link-Up}

I’ve been cranky this week. Our office a/c hasn’t exactly been performing at its peak lately. Nothing is worse than sitting in a humid room all day and having the backs of your legs stick to your chair. #ick

I kind of enjoyed not having to cook dinner this week. I was really bummed that Stephen had to be out of town, but there’s something magical about being able to eat grilled cheese sandwiches and Cheeze-Its for dinner. It was a fun flashback to my bachelorette days.

I succumbed to the urge to buy the ModCloth top I featured yesterday. I always forget that I have money in a Paypal account, where my humble blog earnings are kept. I hadn’t checked it in months and was delighted to find a good bit of change in there yesterday. So I traded in my Paypal dollars on a cute top. It’s called the Great X-pectations top and I have great expectations that it will add some flavor to my sartorial repertoire ; )

Buy one for yourself, here.

I confess that I’m a smidge irritated that there will no longer be Coke products at Razorback games. They are switching to Pepsi, (which is bad enough), but they also signed a ten year contract to really drive the dagger in deeper.  Oh, U of A – why did you do this to us southerners?

I confess that I probably am guilty of drinking one too many said delightful Cokes.

I confess that I could probably buy a new candle every day, especially Tyler candles. I’m obsessed with just about every scent they produce, but specifically Tyler (their signature scent), Thornapple and Fleur de Lis. Be still my nostrils.

I confess that it kills me to end a sentence with a preposition.

I confess that I have gotten out of bed to fix a grammatical error in a blog post before.

I confess that using text lingo such as ‘LOL’ kills me.

I confess that I could go on and on about copywriting best practices, but I realize that could potentially deter readers. Particularly my husband who, bless his heart, is forced to listen to my grammar pet-peeve rants all the time. Hazard of the (real) job, I suppose.

Be blessed, lovelies-