I procrastinated big time tonight in making my post.
I have had a life long struggle with procrastination syndrome (self diagnosed on WebMD). It's touch and go and impacts my everyday more than you'll ever know. It's a struggle.
It's not like I wasn't doing anything tonight. I was super busy destroying my kitchen whilst making the Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls, which I will be taking with me tomorrow on our "ski" weekend (you know why I quotation marked the word ski; don't make me say it). Those rolls are not difficult, but they also aren't easy and mostly they are just time consuming and buttery. I need to bathe myself and the entire kitchen in Dawn to get all the butter out. They are going to be deeelicious.
Anyways, cinnamon rolling really cut into my blogging time.
I decided tonight to almost do a little bit of a "repost". I did a post like this a few years ago and I had a great time doing it. I don't know if anyone had a great time reading it, but meh. Not my problem.
I love secrets.
Not like deep, dark tell it only on Dr. Phil in front of all of America secrets, but the funny little things we all do in private or things that just really aren't too well known. Chuck and I did a post like this back in 2010, I think, and, like I said, we found it humorous. We decided it's been long enough so we'll through a few more secrets on the page.
Identify whose secret it is. Mine or Chuck's.
You can post your guesses as a comment and tomorrow I'll post the answers and some sort of explanation for clarification, story time, and solids explanations so you don't hate us or think less of us (which has to already be pretty low).
I guess this post is two loves.
Day Sixteen: I love secrets and I love games.
May the odds be ever in your favor (Hunger Games win).