This is my last weekday of spring break and I would love to see some amazing confessions. Bring out your cat teeth, zucchinis, and drunken and/or sexual escapades.
Post by catladymeow on Apr 21, 2017 7:25:31 GMT -5
This isn't particularly juicy but I'm really REALLY into the Netflix show Riverdale. It's SO CHEESY but I can't help it. I think about it a lot and I get really excited when a new episode comes out and I want to talk about it all of the time.
ETA: I'm really embarrassed by this. So I want to talk about the show with everyone, but I also don't want anyone to know I watch. It's a real conundrum.
When I cleaned out my car a few months ago, there were 21 jackets/coats/sweaters in it. #hoarders
My family definitely does not own 21 coats!!! Whoa!
Oh, it was a wide variety of outerwear- not just coats. It was between seasons when you never know what the weather it going to be. J does have a stupid amount of jackets/coats though because we got a lot as hand-me-downs.
I got caught giving a guy a BJ in the backseat of his car freshman year of college. By the cops. They took my ID and I was terrified they were going to call my parents. Thankfully they didn't.
I did the longest walk of shame into the dorm (obvs there was a crowd since the cops were parked right there).
I got caught giving a guy a BJ in the backseat of his car freshman year of college. By the cops. They took my ID and I was terrified they were going to call my parents. Thankfully they didn't.
I did the longest walk of shame into the dorm (obvs there was a crowd since the cops were parked right there).
Not a proud moment.
omg I would die. I am so glad they didn't call your parents.
When I cleaned out my car a few months ago, there were 21 jackets/coats/sweaters in it. #hoarders
I keep spare clothes in my car, but can never remember what I have in there. So I'm constantly adding to my car closet. I want to die every time my husband opens my trunk and sees how much is actually in there
I haven't spoken to my father in a long time. Most of you know he pretty much ditched my bro and I and has a new wife and a kid (my half sister). I do have his cell phone number, and every once in a while I text a picture of Nick to him - the first time we had spoken in like 5 years was me extending an olive branch letting him know I was pregnant. Part of the reason I text pics to him is because I know he is miserable with his wife (she is the one who holds him back from repairing his relationship with me and my brother) and I want him to see what he is missing out on and that he has no balls to stand up for himself. I know he is unhappy because he has told me, several times.
Basically, I think he deserves to be miserable for the choices he has made and I enjoy rubbing his nose in it because of the pain he has caused me. And I really have no regrets for feeling this way. But it feels good to admit that I send pics. My mom and husband do not know I do this.
When I cleaned out my car a few months ago, there were 21 jackets/coats/sweaters in it. #hoarders
I keep spare clothes in my car, but can never remember what I have in there. So I'm constantly adding to my car closet. I want to die every time my husband opens my trunk and sees how much is actually in there
These posts make me feel normal. It's like I'm living a second life in my car. It's a disaster and I'm embarrassed to have other people in there but I can't stop. I'm a car hoarder. Such a bad habit but I like it. My house isn't hoarderish, just the car. H keeps his vehicles spotless inside, I just can't do that.
Post by kristhegirl on Apr 21, 2017 8:36:54 GMT -5
Oh, Lord, cluttered cars make me twitchy. It's too small a space! I got a tiny soft bin so the toys even have a place. There is no trash can or bag, all trash is removed immediately or in very short order.
I keep spare clothes in my car, but can never remember what I have in there. So I'm constantly adding to my car closet. I want to die every time my husband opens my trunk and sees how much is actually in there
These posts make me feel normal. It's like I'm living a second life in my car. It's a disaster and I'm embarrassed to have other people in there but I can't stop. I'm a car hoarder. Such a bad habit but I like it. My house isn't hoarderish, just the car. H keeps his vehicles spotless inside, I just can't do that.
I have come to accept I can never have my house, car, and office clean at the same time. Usually two of the three are acceptable, but there is always one that is embarrassing. Maybe when I finish Konmari-ing this summer, I'll unlock a magical new level of adulting where that is possible.
Oh, Lord, cluttered cars make me twitchy. It's too small a space! I got a tiny soft bin so the toys even have a place. There is no trash can or bag, all trash is removed immediately or in very short order.
+1. But no soft bin for toys, we only take toys on longer drives and those are only in the car for those drives. He has one book that is stored in the seat back of the front passenger seat. He gets that to and from daycare/church/etc, if he wants it.
DH does not mind messy cars and it drives me batty.
My fffc makes me a bitch, but alas. My SIL is attempting to have a second baby. She was super nice to bring me about 6 boxes of hand be downs from a mutual friend when they came to visit. I think her thought process is I would save stuff for her potential boy.
Nope. I am consigning it all and might give her what they don't take. I don't want this crap sitting in my house for the months until I see her next.
My sister gave me all her clothes from my niece and nephew. Niece is now 16 and nephew is 14. A and Z have worn the boy clothes obviously. I've had 4 boxes of girls clothes in various apartments and houses for over 10 years now. This Saturday I have an appointment at a hoity toity place to consign 2 boxes of gorgeous girls' clothes and I'm pocketing the cash.
FFC1: I was kicked out of a spice girls concert because I was vomiting in the bathroom sink (too much pregaming obviously). The line for the toilets was way too long.
At the time DH was living in MD but and I was in Philly (as was the concert) but all my friends were with me and DH was the only one with a car so he had to drive up to pick me up from the on site EMT.
FFC2: the EMT was filled with drunk puking girls, but I was the only one over 21 :/. At least they didn't have to call my parents?
FFC3: I'm really still bitter about missing the reunion tour. This all happened during the opening act and I didn't even see the Spice Girls.
Oh my lord.
I am sorry this happened because you missed one hell of a good show.
Oh, @traceyos, I am really sad that you missed the Spice Girls, but I'm really cracking up at the tent full of overly intoxicated fans, of which you were the oldest.
Post by thiscoffeechick on Apr 21, 2017 10:45:03 GMT -5
I absolutely hate doing my expense log for work. Mr Coffee uses the same program for his expenses though so for the last 3 months, Mr Coffee has been doing my expense log for me and I have paid him with blow jobs.
Also, I got caught having sex with my boyfriend in my Ford Ranger (LOL) by the cops when I was 18+2 weeks. I'm 100% sure they would have called my parents had I been under 18.
Post by LydiaDeetz on Apr 21, 2017 11:11:22 GMT -5
Piggybacking off @justinslovo... As nice as it *seems* to unload (dump) all your (broken, unusable, OLD AF) baby stuff on a new mother, no thanks. I have 3u2 and don't have the time to go through your shit, box it up and pack 3 kids in a truck so I can donate or throw it away (we have to take the trash to the dump). Even if I find 1 sleeper to use out of a box of crap, it's still not worth it to me. It makes me sound like a bitch, but I'd rather not get anything.
DH's work wives like sending home endless amounts of JUNK: an 80s digital alarm clock for Charlotte, a broken hanging shoe organizer (literally held together with shoelaces, no joke), a ceramic kangaroo votive holder... also for Charlotte...
A "friend" took the time (and money) to pack and ship 30+ year old baby clothes to me this week. A lot of it says made in USA or Great Britain, which is cool... but...
@wafflesfriendswork, Technically, most coupons say something like "one use per customer," so once for you and once for your husband seems perfectly fine to me and not classified as stealing in my book.
Along the same lines, our local JCPenney's will let you use the same $10 off $25 coupon in store multiple times, so I get the total to $25 and check out as many times as needed.
My SIL constantly reminds me that she has boxes and boxes of "boy" clothing** sitting in her basement in case we ever have a boy. I've flat out told her, in nice ways, that I don't want it and she should try to get some money for the stuff. I've tried, "We'd prefer another girl, anyway, so there's no need for you to take up the space in your basement." I've tried, "Oh that's so nice, but is there someone more needing of the clothes?" I'm about two steps away from just saying what I think, which is, "You have Godawful taste and I would never put my child in most of those fugly clothes, anyway, so stop lording your "generosity" over me."
**IN ADDITION, it really fucking pissed me off that she was so insistent that the clothes are really just boy clothes and when JR was born she only gave us like plain white onesies even though I said we'd take any pajamas, sleep sacks, onesies, things not to be worn outside the house.
Also, give me all the old, used boxes of clothes and toys. I love it!
This is me too. I could probably count on my fingers how many things E has that were bought new. Clothes I buy at consignment sales and the local buy & sell group on FB has awesome deals on toys. I live near a rich neighbourhood and just buy their used fancy stuff.
Also, I got caught having sex with my boyfriend in my Ford Ranger (LOL) by the cops when I was 18+2 weeks. I'm 100% sure they would have called my parents had I been under 18.
I read this as 18+2 weeks pregnant, not years old, and was like WOAH. Coffee had a boyfriend on the side while KU?!?!
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