I confess: I made my brother tell me the story several times of him punching himself in the face. It's my new favorite story. Because, I mean, hello? Here's the story (read it as many times as you like): He walked into the bathroom and was like why is my face itching? Looked in the mirror, and a giant quarter sized spider was on his cheek and his first instinct was to punch himself in the face. He doesn't know what happened to the spider.
I confess: I bought some candy for my Christmas party, and I've been eating it.
I confess: I love that my husband and my brother and friends have been bonding over their Magic game. My husband seems really happy :) He has been searching for a new hobby and this one seems to be hitting the right notes. I am even okay that this is sacrificing most of my Saturday nights. Worth it!