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Confession. It's an odd word. What do you think of when you see it? Not necessarily good things, right? It's become so associated with admitting things we've done wrong (especially to a priest or directly to God), that we forget it's simply a declaration.
For instance, I confess that I like watching The Vampire Diaries. Hard to believe, isn't it. I think the main vampire, Damon (Ian Somerhalder) is really cute (another confession). I confess that I love nibbling on Cheetos. While reading. In bed. Which is why we never have Cheetos in the house.
See. That was totally not painful. Those confessions contained nothing a priest would want to hear or God would mind me telling Him. They're just simple declarations of things about me that might be (definitely are) a bit quirky.
Kind of like:
I confess that I had a brick of Velveeta in my cupboard long before I ever saw this recipe. >Read more.