when i was little my dad
took my brother for a haircut.
he took him to the barber,
and my brother came home
with the shortest haircut possible.
after that my mom wouldn't let my dad
take my brother for a haircut anymore.
which is pretty much what my dad wanted.
when we were first married,
mm told me that i made the best
he just couldn't mix it as good as me.
o i made it, because i was the best, after all.
which is pretty much what mm wanted.
last week i started going
to the grocery
after a long hiatus.
i bought tons of stuff.
but then we didn't have anything for dinner.
i didn't buy any meat.
only a couple of packages of waffles.
i forgot about meals.
but we have a lot of snacks.
and paper products.
mm won't make me go back to that place!
which is pretty much what i wanted.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.