10 Reasons why I am a crummy daughter

10. I never make my bed. No, wait, I take that back. I do make my bed just at night before I get into it. I hate crawling into messed up sheets, but can I do this in the morning so that I can enjoy the pretty bed all day long? No. That would be too simple.

9. I never take my shoes to my room. It’s a good thing I don’t have your typical chick lit shoe obsession because then my house would be a disaster area. Even as I type this I look under the table and see three tennis shoes. Three. Which means there’s a rogue shoe out there somewhere. It's a little scary.

8. Sometimes (and I do mean very rarely) I go to bed with my makeup on. It’s a sin, I know, but I’m hoping my mother will forgive me.

7. Vegetables and I are not on very good terms.

6. I have, on occasion, crossed my eyes despite the very real threat that they could stay that way.

5. I have been known to swim less than thirty minutes after eating. Heck, as Lesha H. and all my cousins know, I’ve been known to swim while eating.

4. During really good shows (like Veronica Mars) and really good scenes (like any scene with Logan and Veronica) I still sit way too close to the TV.

3. I don’t always wash my delicates in the delicate cycle.

2. Despite years of careful tutelage and diligent practice I still can’t make a decent chocolate cream pie (and everyone knows that cakes and cookies are easy—pies are what separate true bakers from mere imposters!)

And the number one reason I am a crummy daughter:

I didn’t go home for Mother’s Day. But I plan on giving her a finished draft of the Gallagher Girls sequel when I see her next week, and she said that’s gift enough for her.