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I think part of being an uber-private person trying to share personal information such as my inner thoughts and deepest feelings is sometimes too much of a conflict. Sometimes I start out with these urges to share and the longing to reach out and connect with someone and yet I have so trained myself to not share that I end up with inane little posts about runny nipples.

I suppose runny nipples are still a part of my life that I wish to share (read: I can bake) and not every post has to be a gut-wrenching confession or soul searching outpouring. In some ways I am loathe to point out my shortcomings and have them on display. For instance, the weight gain. Hubby swears he can't see it and I'm not about to say see this, see here? Why point it out? I know its there. Another silly thing I don't like anyone knowing is that if we are expecting company, I don't like the company to know I've been cleaning and to what extent. Wierd, I know.

Well, its off to bed for now. Hubby is working days for a few weeks and that makes for more "normal" hours around here. Ta.
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