It’s already Thursday again?! OMG. I haven’t come up with a confession yet. Let me see. Hmmmm.
When I was 15, I was home alone after school, and didn’t expect my parents home for a couple of hours. I had a term paper due that had to be typed, that I had put off until the last minute. (Shocked, you are, I know!) My friend Alisha had a typewriter that she said I could borrow, but she needed it back so that she could finish her paper that same night. I didn’t have my driver’s license yet, but my dad’s truck sat in the driveway…just waiting to be my chariot that would save my grade. I thought it over for about 4 seconds, grabbed the keys, and stole my dad’s truck. I drove about 5 miles to Alisha’s house, got the typewriter, went home, did the paper, got back in the truck, and returned the typewriter. I got home with about 10 minutes to spare, most of which I used to try to put the truck back in the EXACT SAME POSITION it was in before I left. I marked the tire spots with rocks before I started to make sure of this.
I hope that this confession is well-received by my dad, since I kissed ass so well on his birthday. 🙂 [Love you again, Dad!]