<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Toolbox Confessions]]></title><description><![CDATA[Home improvement was supposed to be simple. 
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Then Honey showed up.
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Toolbox Confession is a fictional comedy series about homeowners, unfinished projects, questionable decisions, accidental flirting, and the woman who somehow ends up in the middle of it all.
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Every confessions is told from he guy's point of view.
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The projects are fake. The problems are relatable. The bad decisions are almost guaranteed.]]></description><link>https://www.toolboxconfessions.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 16:27:41 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.toolboxconfessions.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Honey-Do List: Confession #001]]></title><description><![CDATA[I hired a woman to help me finish my bedroom. In retrospect, I probably should have worded that differently. There are certain things a thirty-nine-year-old man should know how to do. Change a tire. Grill a steak. Know when the check-engine light means eventually and when it means pull the fuck over. And, apparently, hang drywall. I did not know how to hang drywall. I learned this at 8:07 on a Saturday morning when a Ford Bronco pulled into my driveway and a woman named Honey stepped out...]]></description><link>https://www.toolboxconfessions.com/post/the-honey-do-list-confession-001</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a7f6e450184b89c47f687b4</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2026 19:38:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48d01b_bdf4fa16a0a94ee6ace59ef2b760e063~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>honeysoldhouse</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fifty Shades of White: Confession #002]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are certain texts you don't expect to receive at 7:42 on a Saturday morning. Honey: You awake? I stared at my phone. Technically, yes. Emotionally, no. Me: Depends. Three dots appeared. Honey: On what? Me: Why you're asking. The dots disappeared. Then came back. Honey: Get dressed. Well. That woke me up. I sat up in bed. There are several ways a man can interpret a woman texting get dressed before eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. I chose all of them. Me: That's disappointing. Three...]]></description><link>https://www.toolboxconfessions.com/post/fifty-shades-of-white</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a85d031dffc64eda572e555</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2026 15:50:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48d01b_08cf1d6871d64e9184358e729b09a3b4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>honeysoldhouse</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>