Friday Confessions

It's time for another round of Friday confessions. Another Monday through Thursday has come and gone, and sweet, sweet Friday is upon us. So here's what's on my mind this week:
I confess... The Bachelor is over, and now I don't know what to do with my Monday nights. Oh wait, yes I do. Dancing With The Stars. I might as well route for Nastia and Derek because I really cannot fathom a scenario where they do not win.
I confess... I made a coconut banana bread loaf last week and caught my husband picking the entire loaf up in his hands, taking a bit out of it, and placing it back on the platter. I even placed a knife next to it so he could conveniently slice a piece, but that was just too much work. Men. 

I confess... Every time I say "Norfolk" it sounds like I am cussing, but that's how all of the locals say it and by golly, I'm just trying to fit in. They pronounce it Norfuk, much to my parents' horror. 
I confess... We haven't had snow in over a week. It's a Virginia miracle! Let's keep this trend going, please. 
I confess... It's Friday the 13th. This has no significant meaning to me whatsoever, but some people go nuts over this combination for some odd reason. 
I confess... It's starting to sink in that Darla is leaving us soon, and we are really bummed out about it. I know her mom is so ready to see her and this deployment has gone on long enough, but Darla feels like a part of the family and I hate imagining not having her here.

Never have I met a dog who sits more like a human. 

I hope you all have a great weekend! It's Friday, and that's something to smile about in my book.