Confessions: of a Right-Handed Hoarder

I’ve decided to admit the sometimes deep and likely embarrassing truths about my daily life, a few confessions at a time.

Today’s confessions are as follows:

• Sometimes It bothers me that on a normal day people see this (The Outside) instead of this (The Inside)
• When I paint my nails, my right hand always looks atrocious, but I’m fine with it. And my justification is this : When I’m at the drive-thru window paying for my order, the cashier will see my good hand…
• Speaking of drive-thrus. Today the guy taking my money at Chick-fil-a said “See you tomorrow.” And he was serious…
• I am such a hoarder that I save the clear stretchy plastic tab things that are sewn into clothes to hold them on the hangar.
• At the end of a shower, I like to turn the temperature way  up and stand with my face under the hot water for a few seconds before exiting. The other day I accidentally made it so hot that I literally burned my face off. By that, I mean it felt like I had a sunburn for several days.

That’s my life revelation for the week. Enjoy.