Um, guess it's Panties Week . . .
When we were kids, we loved to chant (with more regularity than my bowel movements and far more fervor), "Liar liar, pants on fire!" Now, as then, humanity is obsessed with truth. Who's telling it, and who's not?
So why stop now? The lovely Jane at Gaston Studio has tagged me to play a game. I am to list three things, and you all get to guess which one is a lie and WHY. Remember, Jane challenged me to do this, but she has me beat. Her life is and has been rich with adventure and intrigue fantastic enough for a bestseller. I cannot hope to compete with those truths. However, I will give it the old "school of hard knocks" try.
But first, some business. Mom, Dad: Right now, hit CTRL+ALT+DELETE and step away from the computer.
- I once got caught doing it with my boyfriend on the 17th hole of Moon Valley CC golf course late at night. The greens keeper drove up in his ultra quiet golf cart and warned us, with a toothy grin, that the sprinklers were about to come on and we ought to move in a hurry if we wanted to stay dry.
- I once got caught doing it with my boyfriend on the shore of a quiet city lake late at night. The sheriff and his deputy tip-toed over a ridge to find us, brandishing badges and a really bright flashlight. Sheriff suggested we get dressed and consider abstinence since we were so young (Hey, I was legal!).
- I once got caught doing it with my boyfriend in his bedroom by his eighty-plus-year-old grandma, who freaked and kicked me out of the house, then tattled to his parents. I fixed her by marrying him.
And now for your fragrant moment of Zen: See the name of this blog site above? When I later tell you which scenario is a lie, can you really be sure that's true? Or are my pants on fire? Check out my next post for the answer.