it's monday and "they're back!"

Who's back you may be asking? Well, for one, that cute little man over at MckMama's site that we've all been praying for, Stellan! Yes, he's home with his family where he belongs. Praise God!

What else is back? It's Not Me Monday! created by MckMama. Of course, for selfish reasons and just because I love it, I'm participating again. And you all get to be the recipient of my confessions, ahem, I mean declarations of what I did not do.

It's been a while since I've done this. Where do I start? Maybe by telling you the things that I did not do this week.

How about the fact it was certainly not me that went to an-all-out birthday party at a banquet hall in Miami this weekend, only to be seated at a table where there was one empty seat left, next to sweet hubby. Do you know what this means? This means that the waiter had no clue that there was not a person sitting there and he put down their salad. It was certainly not me that was starving since it was almost 10 p.m. and they had not served dinner yet, who decided that said salad should not go to waste and proceeded to ask sweet hubby to pass it to me. Sweet hubby looked at me with an "I-can't-believe-you-are-doing-this" look and handed me the yummy plate, that I quickly devoured before the waiter noticed that "the person" sitting there was really not there.

It absolutely was not me that kept putting off paying the cable bill because I pay it online by check and did not know the next check number without going to my purse and getting the checkbook, which I keep in my purse in the car (that of course is in the garage). I also did not proceed to keep forgetting to bring my purse into the house for way beyond the due date, only to be forced and nervous as hec that sweet hubby would come home to no TV to pay it when I clicked on the TV set and it had a message to please call customer service. No, that would not have been me because that would be the epitome of laziness and irresponsibility and yours truly is neither of those.

There's no way that it was me that took a picture of my MIL sitting at the computer playing games, while eating her lunch, only to show sweet hubby that she really was playing computer games all day. That would me really mean and I am not a mean person. No. I'm not. Really.

I absolutely did not yell at sweet hubby and Amanda for having a play-fight with coffee grounds (yes, coffee grounds!) in my just-cleaned-kitchen! It certainly was not me that told him he was completely immature and for both of them to clean up the huge mess of coffee all over the counters and floor. I did not walk away laughing at their craziness (and my spur of the moment mania) making sure that I was not seen after all my hollering.