Having Teddi say that she's going to blog next week is like having a certain ethnic group saying that the check is in the mail (at least that's what all the jokes tell me).
So here I am. Monday night. Just finished watching the Bachelorette . . . .for the first time in history (this season, not this night) and I am in desperate need of a filler of my time. So, why not blog and share my inner deepest darkest secrets about myself.
Here we go . . . .
1. I have never been to Paris. Not in France. Not in Texas.
2. I love love love thunder and lightning storms, but when the lightning is cracking right on top of me, my heart races and I have to take deep breathes to remain calm. Okay, I've never officially freaked out, but you know. I could.
3. If I had a pool, I'd be an ardent skinny dipper. Just in case you were wondering.
4. My secret desire is to perform on Broadway. I've done Carnegie. Now I hear the call of the Great White Way.
5. I love writing. I hate sitting down to do it. But I feel so good about life . . . even zen like . . . when it's all done.
6. I have a secret thing for " . . . . . . ."
And now that I've born my soul to you, please kindly act like you haven't seen my inner recesses and we'll be able to continue to be friends.
