After blogging for three years, I don’t have that many secrets left to tell. There is something that I want to tell but then again it could ruin everything. I may be exaggerating again.
Most of the time, I listen to rock and roll music. When my kids are in the car, the music is generally Top 40 – only because it’s light and fluffy. If the music is light and fluffy, then my kids are not so aggressive and angry. Happy kids = Happy mom.
So here it is . . . . every night when I’m driving to work, I listen to the Sweat Hotel with Keith Sweat. It’s old school R & B. It’s intoxicating and I can’t help it. It’s like honey for my ears or something.
No one knows. Not my kids. Not my boyfriend. Not my mother. Nobody. . . . There’s a little Keith Sweat reference for you.
There’s also a section of the show called “What’s Your Confession?” Coincidence? Possibly.
