Showing posts with label shock collar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shock collar. Show all posts

Thursday, April 05, 2018

ABSURD CONFESSION DAY

Did you know April 5th is Absurd Confession Day? If not, now you do and I expect people to amuse me participating or else I'll make you wear a shock collar the next time you come for a visit!

My confession is that I'm a font junkie. My obsession started around 1996 when I bought my first computer. I really can't explain what it is about the world of fonts that caught my eye other than there's just something about being able to use fonts as a form of expression with any typed expression. Please don't ask me what my favorite font is because it varies from day to day from mood to mood from project to project. I can't emphasis enough the disappointment I have with the skimpy choice of fonts offered on blogs.  I suffer such immense mental anguish each time I compose a post.

My second confession (an added bonus) is most people would be surprised to find out that I have a collection of shoes many women would sell their first born to own. I even have shoes I've never worn...BUT they're sitting in my closet all bright and happy just waiting to be worn someday (or to be "transplanted" to my daughter's closet.) Recently I spent $200 for a pair that have never been on my feet since I bought them.  I guess I'm saving them for a rainy day (or to be "transplanted" to my daughter's closet.) For me, there's nothing like being asked where I bought the shoes I'm wearing. I have a doctor who upon entering the exam room I'm in never looks at me first. She checks out what shoes I'm wearing and then we go from there into my medical issues. I certainly admire a person who is so easily distracted and not afraid to show where their true priorities lie.

Okay, now it's your turn to expose those hidden things about yourself that few people know and I'll sit here waiting in breathless anticipation to read all your absurd confessions. Remember honesty is the best policy and certainly makes for a much better read than having smoke blown up my ass buns of steel.