Before I had kids, I had really bad IBS. Needless to say, I have pooped my pants before. Twice. I have two friends that I text the following update to each time it happens again, "Times I've pooped my pants to date: X."
Sins from fellow boozehounds:
Hannah says: I can eat a dozen krispy kreme donuts without getting sick or gaining weight. And with the amazing sweet tooth I've developed while pregnant--I could probably eat more than just 12. ILBAB says: Girl, get your donut on. Ain't no shame in that!
Jennifer says: I used to do this thing where, if a friend told someone else what I had said in confidence, I would deny that I said it and look at the gossiper like they were crazy. I've had people do it to me with things NOT told in confidence and it drives me absolutely batty. ILBAB says: Remind me not to tell you any secrets. Oh. Wait. I already tell all of them here. Never mind
Nesser says: I use baby lotion when I'm too lazy to give the widgets a bath. They smell clean- that counts, right? ILBAB says: If it smells clean, it is clean. End of story.
The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.