On Saturday Doreen and I went to see the PostSecret exhibit. Except we didn't actually see it, because there was a looooong line. As in, two hours. I can't think of anything I'd wait two hours for. I don't wait.

(The reason the line was so long was because the main dude was there signing books. But the actual reason is that I had already written this post and even typed an introductory paragraph about how we'd seen the exhibit - and thus totally cursed myself).

In the spirit of PostSecret (sorta), here are some confessions of my own.

• Our cats are fat because I am an emotional feeder. (Except Bridget, who is just big-boned.)




• I am the dreaded High-Maintenance Who Totally Thinks She's Low-Maintenance type of woman.




• I have no clue what the difference is between Star Wars and Star Trek.




• I don't own a vibrator.




• I think most newborn babies are sorta...well, ugly.




• In high school I planned my outfits a week in advance and wrote them all down in a notebook so I could be sure not to repeat for at least two weeks. I still have the notebook.




• I think it's totally hot when nice boys say fuck.




• I don't floss. I tell my dentist that I do. Apparently he can't tell.




• I am such a control freak that I can't even use cruise control.




• I had a crush on my college linguistics professor. (One time he came up behind me on his bike, slowed down, and then walked me to class. Dreamy...)




• I like the smell of cat breath.




• I often duck and hide when I see an acquaintance in order to avoid the banal chitchat that is sure to follow otherwise.




• I cannot stand Casey Kasem. His voice and those goddamn Long Distance Dedications make me want to slam my car into a tree. (I just Googled him to make sure I spelled his name correctly and discovered that he's the voice of Shaggy in the Scooby-Doo cartoons - who knew?!)




• I lied on my driver's license about my height, not my weight.




• About 75% of the time, when I get out of the shower I have to turn it back on and get back in because I cannot for the life of me remember if I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair.