Legit, one of my favorite phrases.  Found the hot pink button shown at the bottom and decided to jump on board.

Sorry, I’m not sorry that…

…I dress like a 75 year old man (or B. Spears – love you girl) when I run errands on weekends… gross sweatpants, a coffee stained t-shirt and whatever house shoes haven’t had the bottoms worn out yet.

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…I like the Real Housewives of New York.  I even liked Washington DC.  Sorry they aren’t your favorite, but I love each and every group of crazy rich women – deal with it and I can’t pick a favorite.

…One of my top moments from 2012 was meeting Andy Cohen, even though Anna and I froze up and had NOTHING clever to say.  We spend hours each week making you richer, yet we can’t even put together a sentence for you.  I am a little sorry to Andy for that.

…I didn’t like 50 Shades of Grey.  Sorry, I just didn’t, but I tried and read all three.  I would like those hours of my life back.

…I eat cupcakes too much.  I could eat them for every meal because there are sooo many kinds.

…I talk to my dogs like they are people.  I can see them roll their eyes sometimes, but I just ignore it.

…I will rock a temporary tattoo anytime my nieces do because they are fun and a little dangerous.

…I only “run” to get fun stuff from the races, i.e. sweatshirts, medals and energy bars.

…I always have my thumbs up in pictures.  I guess I never know what to do what my hands.

…I’m incapable of making normal faces in pictures.  I always have an extremely exaggerated smile, which leads to my next one.

Sorry I’m not sorry that I’m having more fun than you about 85% of the time.  It’s not my fault.

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