Not Me Monday--Confession is good for the soul

Do you forget to brush your teeth for two days in a row? Have you been sleeping on the same bedsheets for a solid month? Is your fridge growing penicillin? Well, you're among friends. Head over to MckMama's blog to celebrate what you've not been doing.

I did not take several pictures of this pig's hind quarters at the NC Mountain State Fair because it reminded me of how healthy large my own rear has become. I wasn't thinking of posting it on the fridge as a reminder.I am not at all like the paparazzi. I don't continue to take flash photographs of my daughter even after she's had quite enough. I do not leave my support garments laying around. Said garment is not laying around because I take take it off as soon as I walk in the door. I do not frequently tell my daughter that bras are implements of torture. My tatas will not be sagging in three years because I refuse to wear said garment unless I'm forced too. This undergarment is not nicknamed "RoboBoob" by my darling husband because it actually adds a cup size to my diminutive chest. Said ugly, granny garment was not given that name six years ago. I wear much more flattering sexy garments on a regular basis, and I buy bras frequently instead of wearing "tattered tata toters."I did not introduce Kenly to the joy of ribbon fries at the fair. Who would give their 13 month old such greasy food? I did not eat that mound of fries all by myself and then eat 3 bites of a deep fried candy bar. I'm much kinder to my arteries and my stomach than that.
What have you not been up to this week?