Confession of the week

I am terrified to clean out our gas oven. It's the truth. I won't do it. His Royal Highness does it for me when the little crusty bits on the bottom start talking back to us but that's really all it gets cleaned. I never had a gas oven or stove before moving to houston and I am more than convinced that I will blow this whole place up if I get in there to clean it. HRH usually even waits until I am gone to clean the oven because I think he'll blow us up too. So if you come over and my oven is a mess, feel safe that you won't be blown up that day.

Here's my confession for the day and now I feel better that I haven't blogged in over a week.

I'll have some christmas pictures up when I find my USB cord.