First confession: I have worn this sweatshirt for two days.
Second confession: The sweatshirt doesn’t belong to me; it’s Christian’s. But Christian doesn’t appreciate the thick, soft material like I do, and this sweatshirt deserves to be appreciated because it is so thick and soft.
Third confession: Every few seconds, I catch a faint whiff of the self-tanning lotion I used yesterday before putting this sweatshirt on. Which technically means that the sweatshirt stinks. I don’t care; it’s so soft and thick. And soft.
Fourth confession: This is not the first sweatshirt I have stolen from Christian. He just doesn’t appreciate good sweatshirts like I do. Plus, the baggy, slouchy cut of the boys size 10 is the exact same cut as the slim-fitting Mommy size “husky.”
Fifth confession: I might wear it again tomorrow.
Is there anything you’d like to get off your chest? Feel free to confess. I promise not to judge.