Shhh....

Not having a sister, I love watching my two girls interact with another. I have a brother.  A great one, but brothers don't share secrets, and well, really could care less about most secrets their sisters may have hidden away in their sparkly little hearts.  I guess you could say I am living this portion out with my girls.  It's fun. It's annoying. It causes fights. But, it's fun.  There is nothing more frustrating for one if the other slips up and let's a secret escape. However, they keep sharing with each other.  Over and over. They enjoy allowing the other to know things about themselves.   It's bonding.  Most of the time, it's pillow talk between the two and my motherly heart delights in their sisterhood.  Little girls are not the only ones that love secrets.  Adults do, too. What is it about something hidden away that we can't wait to discover. You know like that Skinny Cow ice cream bar that you placed deep in the depths of the freezer behind the purple hull peas in order to keep anyone from touching.  Yeah, that secret!  Secrets are not always as simple as the ice cream behind the peas. It seems like the more dangerous the secret the more we, as adults, marvel in them.  It's a shame really. Secrets have destroyed many a people. The Mr. has always said that in my family, there are NO secrets.  I know this ideal is shared with some of the other men in the Tugwell/Freeland families.  However, I declare that it's simply not true! (But secretly, shhh, it is!)

The Mrs.'s Top 10 Secrets.  

10.  I use the Mr.'s razor and deny it in an adamant nature.  

  9.  Yes, it's me that has an ice cream bar hidden in the freezer.  

  8.  I have gained double digits in weight over the last year.  See No. 9. 

  7.  I have trouble buying the right size underwear. (Is it just me?)

  6.  I am addicted to Candy Crush 

  5.  I bought a life on Candy Crush.  (Ok, twice, see No. 6.)  SMH

  4.  I put the toilet paper on upside down in order to cause chaos. 

  3.  I smell the backs and posts of earrings.  

  2.  My product labels must face to the front always.  

  1.  Often when mowing the yard, I do the one hand over nostril and blow thing. (Gahhh, I shared.)    

Wow, that feels good.  No secrets.  You all now know that I am a lady who picks at her incorrectly sized  underwear while playing Candy Crush and eating the hidden ice cream bar. Now, please don't avoid contact in WalMart because you know my secrets, it's ok, we've all got them!  Happy Thursday all.