This is it, the place where we share those deep, dark secrets of our lives that, if shared with our SO, would ruin the relationship forever. I have thought long and hard about doing this, and I just have to get it off of my chest. Maybe by doing this, I can reclaim my lost sanity. SO, here goes, please make sure no children or impressionable youngsters are reading the next paragraph.
Hmmm-mmm.
I actually find myself liking the new Celine Dion song. I think it is called “That’s the way it is.” I find it has a pretty decent beat and is, God help me, catchy. The hours of anguish I am going through with this revelation are almost too much to bear. I don’t want to off handedly start singing it or humming it, because that is almost a dead giveaway that I like the song. I am living in a horrible place right now. As long as that song is played heavily on the radio I am at risk for showing my fondness of a Celine Dion song. Today is truly my darkest hour.
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I have harbored this dirty little secret for years, and have felt increasing guilt over it. Recently, I found my soulmate (sigh!), and he needs to know this, but I’ve been too afraid to broach the subject. Still, I guess this is as good a place as any. I pray you (and he) will understand and not think less of me for my weakness…
<font size=1>:::deep breath:::</font size=1> Ok. I can’t throw away little plastic bags, or cardboard boxes and used packing materials.
There, it’s out. The whole ugly truth is, the kitchen drawer is overflowing with huge, large, medium, small and tiny plastic bags. I have an entire closet full of tiny/mid-sized mailing boxes, styrofoam peanuts, bubble wrap, package wrapping paper, padded envelopes, labels, and every other thing you could possibly ever need to mail a package. (No, I don’t mail a lot of packages… I told you, it’s a sickness.)
I’ve been terrified everytime my sweetheart comes to visit me that he’ll open the entry closet, see the crap jammed in there, and keel over with an anyeurism right in the foyer.
I’ve tried, LORD how I’ve tried, to resist bringing home old mailing boxes from work, but I’m weak. I’m weak and I always give in! I fear I’ll sink even further into depravity - and you know what that means. Soon I’ll find myself listening to Celiene Dion songs… AAAHH!!!
My god, the humanity!
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.” I Spy Ty.
Satan hon…you know I love you, but I think I’m going to be sick now.
And as for stuff I wouldn’t share…well, my SO comes here too, so I’ll just keep quiet. Then again, he’s already heard about the fact that my room looks like a flower garden and still wants to visit, so I’m not sure I could shock him too much. Well, maybe when he sees the CD collection.
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!” - Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
Beanie babies, beanie babies and more beanie babies! I have beanies in ziplock bags inside of garbage bags tucked deep in the back of my closet. I have boxes of beanie babies stored on the highest shelf I could possibly hide them on in my office (I work at home). Bag after bag after bag of beanies stuffed in cabinets. 185 beanies all screaming to get out of hiding. Poor little things are suffocating because if my SO ever found out how many of these stuffed little critters I have, I’d definitely be singing Celine’s “That’s the Way it is!”
AND, I pray he never finds out how addicted I am to Ebay. I am proud to say that I have 85 positive feedbacks and more beanie babies to hide from my SO!
I don’t think hubby has a clue how much I spend on books. Or that I buy books on-line for other people. He thinks paperbacks are still $2.98 and hardcovers are $15, and autographed limiteds are cheaper because somebody wrote in them.
Hmmmmm after thinking long and hard about this one… I would have to say that I hadn’t the heart to tell him that I really wasn’t all that interested in how to hit a pool ball correctly and figure out the right angle, as much as I was in holding his pool stick. I do believe eventually he got the message tho! Sometimes I am just so transparent!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
I take people’s ink pens. I don’t mean to. I just walk away with them. I have drawers of pens at home…my desk at work is overflowing. But I can’t give them back because I don’t know who I took them from and I don’t want to ask because then people will think I’m a thief. So I just keep these pens coming in. I give my brothers pens by the bagfuls…they are sick of them
I think I might’ve mentioned this in previous posts. As of latest count, three of my wife’s endless Beanie Baby collection have been mended and repaired withouther knowledge. This is partly because of my inattentiveness in supervising both kid and dog when I’m home alone with them.
One (Erin Bear) has its tag carefully re-sewn back on with lightweight monofilament fishing line after my son fed it to the dog.
Two others (I have no idea of their names) have had holes mended and restuffed with finely chopped up styrofoam peanuts after the same kid and dog snatched them for backyard playground fun. I was in the middle of the NFC Wildcard Playoffs, so I admit I was a bit distracted. The same fishing line was carefully used to patch the holes made by combination of kid and/or dog.
Do I believe in honesty in a relationship. I love Mrs. Bluepony more than the world. Of course I do. Would I tell her about her precious Beanie Babies? *Hell no!! I have to live with this woman.
I stayed at home to watch the final episode of “Full House.” I never really followed the show 'cause the Olsen twins freak me out and it seemed stupid, but I watched the last one.
I’m so ashamed.
“I’ll tell you a secret, baby - maybe you can’t do better - gotta settle for second best” - the Judybats
