Can I be Frank with you? Again.

Since I can't always be honest during the day, it's nice to "let loose" here on the ol' blog every now and then. I love it and posts like this may become a regular deal. While it may be dysfunctional on some level, these posts make me giddy with all the candor and help me let off some steam.

So. Frankly, I admit:

- I don't fret when I spill food on the kitchen floor. I have three vacuums with slobbery faces who will clean it up in no time.
- Snakes scare the stuffing out of me.
- The term "lunch break" is very poorly defined where I work. I normally wouldn't consider a 10 minute dash to the cafeteria and stuffing a pre-made sandwich in my face on the elevator ride back to the unit a "lunch break." Until now.
- Eating an ice cream cone on a hot day stresses me out. I can't keep up with the accelerated melting.
- I have never had a real pedicure.
- If I sprayed my yard for weeds, there would be nothing left to mow.
- My oven has been out of commission for a few days and I haven't really missed it.
- Polka dots make me happy.
- I hate really, really, really don't like minivans lately. Sure, they're great to haul kids and junk around, but they are the vehicles that have been consistently cutting me off and driving like bats out of hell.
- Ben has to remind me to shower sometimes. Don't think less of me. I just forget, okay?
- It's like Christmas morning when I walk down the cleaning isle and peruse the various solutions to get stains out of clothes and make my counters shine. Want to get me a gift I'll love?? Three words: Lemon Lysol wipes.

Now, be frank with me...