True Confessions Frags

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It's Friday, time to clean out all the OLD frags and make room for new.

I thought today, in the interest of full disclosure, I'd share some of my true confessions.  Some of these will be totally confessions of my own failings and failures.

Others will point a finger at someone who lives here with me.

It is ALWAYS easier to confess for others than for self.  Wink.  Wink.
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* * * Confession Numero Uno * * *  

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When first I THOUGHT of this post, and while going around the house snapping the illustrations to go with it, I chuckled merrily to myself in glee and joy thinking, "what a clever soul am I."

Today when I sit here to POST the post, I think, "Uh - - - not so much."

But being fresh out of OTHER ideas, I am posting my true confessions anyway.

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* * * Confession Numero Dos * * *

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While doing laundry, I hang selected items to finish drying.  I hang these in the doorway of the laundry room as well as in assorted OTHER doorways around our home.

Most of the time,  I NEGLECT to put them away the MOMENT they are dry, preferring to incorporate them into my decor for half a week or more.
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 * * * Confession Numero Tres * * *

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Someone in our home loves to keep laundry - - - clean AND already been worn - - - piled up in this chair.
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Someone ELSE prefers to keep the chairs looking like this.

I'll let YOU decide who is whom and which is which.
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* * * Confession Numero Cuatro * * *

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When all the furor broke this week about Manti Te'o and his alleged "online" girlfriend, I will confess that I understood the online "friend" part.

I think of all of you, my bloggy readers, as REAL LIVE FRIENDS - - - both those of you I've met in person and those of you whom I have not.  I have rejoiced with your joys and agonized over your sorrows.

I've even called some of you "girl-friend," albeit in a much different context.

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* * * Confession Numero Cinco * * * 

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Normally I allow my sink to overrun with dishes and look like this BEFORE I empty the dishwasher and reload it.

When we start to run out of clean bowls, I know it is TIME.

Of course, someone else who lives here would never even notice - - - at least not enough to spur him on to unloading and loading.

Just sayin'
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* * * Confession Numero Seis * * * 

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This little roll top desk looks quite lovely sitting in the corner of our bedroom until one opens the roll top - - -

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To reveal a den of iniquity, an abomination of desolation.

The owner of said desk is quite pleased with its condition.
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However, the OTHER person who lives here prefers to keep their desk looking like this.
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* * * Confession Numero Siete * * *

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Fisherhubby tells folks that I have a hundred throw rugs lying around in our small duplex which I expect him to help me shake.

That is a wild exaggeration - - - I only have 23.

The other day the above runner came into the Shepherd's Loft.  My friend Kay said I should take it home.

I told her Fisherhubby would KILL me if I brought in ONE MORE RUG.

She said I should take it home anyway, just throw it down somewhere, and see how long it took him to notice.

I threw it at the foot of the bed, as you can clearly see above.

Fisherhubby walked in the door from work at ten pm that night, took one step into the bedroom and yelled:  "ANOTHER piece of carpet!?!"

I think 24 is a nice round number.
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* * * Confession Numero Ocho * * *

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Someone who lives here likes to keep their closet neat as a pin.
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Someone ELSE who lives here prefers to just open their closet door and chuck things in on the floor.

My mother would have called this a pig sty.

I confess, I have called it that a time or ten too.
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* * * Confession Numero Nueve * * *

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I waited until Wednesday, January 16, to amass all my Christmas decor on the dining room table prior to packing it away until next year.
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The kings stood at attention "on parade" waiting their turn to rest their weary bones in their own storage container home.

By Thursday, January 17, all was stowed away neat as a pin.

Fisherhubby, who only had to carry the plastic totes down the steps to the basement was heard to exclaim:  "I think we should buy a very small tree, decorate it, store it decorated covered in a plastic garbage bag, and NOT bring out any OTHER decorations.

My friend Eloise (pronounced E-Lois) told me to call him Scrooge.

But that - - - the January 16th deChristmasizing around here - - - is NOT my true confession.

My TRUE CONFESSION is this:  I PLAN to deChristmasize midJanuary or later EVERY year.

That's just the way I roll.

Don't judge.  Some of you BEGIN decorating as early as October, so why can't I dedecorate as late as midJanuary? 
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That's all I've got for today,
So please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place 

To see if anyone else made True Confession Frags

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