Late Confessions

I confess that I missed confessing last week because we were driving to Lubbock to surprise my mother-in-law for her birthday. It was amazing, especially when at first she didn't even notice that it was Eric who answered the door, and not his little brother Porter.

I confess that we went to a used book store in Lubbock and spent WAY too much money. We're going to use some of them as Christmas presents for each other to assuage our guilt about our lack of self-control. (And by "our" I mostly mean "my." Stupid trade-sized paperbacks.)

I confess that I love my job, although I did shudder slightly at the idea of storytime being DVDs of books being read and not actual people reading. However, decorating the entire place for Christmas was delightful, as is everything else. I even got to suggest a book to a patron.

I confess that I can't wait to go to Utah for Thanksgiving next weekend. I confess I am hoping for snow so I get at least a little this year.

I confess that I have been so tired lately that I find myself wondering if I'm falling asleep for microseconds with my eyes open. I confess that I wonder this because of an episode of Scientific American Frontiers that I saw as a teenager. I confess that I'm not sure why my brain chose to store that particular experiment to the long-term memory.

I confess that I have watched all of Downton Abbey season 2, which doesn't show up in America until January. I confess that it was amazing, and I will probably watch it again in all of its soap opera-y goodness when it's on Masterpiece. I am very much looking forward to the Christmas special.

I confess that I just bought tickets to the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn. I confess that this was a stupid idea, since 1) it's going to be ridiculous, 2) I have to teach seminary Friday morning and 3) we are driving to San Antonio Friday night so we can fly out early Saturday morning. I confess that I will be sneaking in a nap or two, because the hilarity of opening night is priceless.