Honey doesn't like secrets. At all. She's good about keeping them from me. In fact, it's a little disturbing how good she is at lying. She never lies for bad reasons. It's always because she's gotten something fabulous for me for a gift giving occasion or some such. Still, she ought to be good at poker. She favors Uno Attack. Sometimes avocations don't match skill sets or vice versa.
I, on the other hand, am a terrible liar. Last night I was "talking" with a semi-well-known blogger on gmail chat. We were discussing something I didn't want Honey to know about. Not because we were discussing anything untoward, I just didn't want her to know about it NOW.
"What are you talking about?"
Furtively glancing around, I couldn't think of anything smooth to say. For those of you with young children in your life, I looked a little like Swiper. Not smooth, not clever.
"Um, it's a secret."
Well, that was enough. The rest of the night, Honey kept guessing what the secret was. She then launched a morning e-mail attack on me and the semi-well-known blogger which was later expanded to include the semi-well-known blogger's partner.
She guessed everything from trip to a mall in Virginia to have pictures taken of us and them in Charlie's Angels poses to some large-scale involvement in food canning.
Honey does not know the secret and I'm going to do my best to not let her in on it, at least until it's time. And I'm trying not to channel Swiper. I'd like to be more like Emma Peel. She could keep a secret and look great doing it.
Share out in comments:
Are you more like Swiper or Emma Peel?