I Confess

Okay, I'll just get this out of the way right now: I spent pretty much my entire weekend watching Bravo's The Real Housewives. Both NY AND New Jersey. I know, I know. I KNOW! I am not proud. But somehow I feel like by confessing, I am expunged. Or something.

My husband was out of town this weekend, partaking in his newest super-dangerous hobby, driving his car on a racetrack. Yes, you read that right. I got him to give up jumping his bike (which resulted in a broken sternum and surgery last year)