... when first we practice to deceive. (Walter Scott)
I'll admit it. I lie like a fly in July when it comes to my weight, my natural hair color, my age, how much wine I drink, etc. I'm not proud of it, I'm just saying that if I think I can get away with it, I'll lie. Now, let's all keep in mind however, that I'm talking about little white lies, not the really, really big ones that'll put you on a fast track to hell. To those of you who don't think there is a difference between a little white lie and a fast track to hell lie, just recall the last time you renewed your driver's license and they asked if your weight was still the same. Think about it.
OK, back to my original point about telling a lie if I think I can get away with it. You tell me if I'm going to get away with this one: I made this chocolate cake for hubby to take to work tomorrow to celebrate his birthday with his co-irkers. (downcast eyes and nervously chewing on lower lip here. Hey, I never said I was a good liar.)
*SIGH* Such a far cry from when I made this chocolate peanut butter layer cake (AND homemade ice cream) for his birthday two years ago.
I'm going to hell in a hand basket, aren't I?
Happy Birthday hubby. You know I love you with all my heart and that's NO LIE.