Being brutally honest, and living to tell about it
This is NOT my 151st post! It is not, I've only been on here a couple months... I'm sure of it.
It was NOT ME that let my husband talk me into getting that One Day Sale Only TV yesterday after I had told him no in front of three salespeople and made it all the way out to the car. I am a strong-willed woman, and he can't push anything over on me, oh no siree!
It wasn't me that snickered (silently, of course) and gave the clerk (who giggled that I'd been drug BACK into the store anyway!) a big thumbs up sign behind my husbands back after I found out they'd been sold out for hours - which caused her to burst out laughing and have to explain our little story to half the cashiers.
I wouldn't dream of skipping breakfast on a Sunday morning, and being so hungry, I did NOT actually sneak pieces of the muffin from my purse into my mouth during the sermon at church. That's just not right.
There's no WAY I would jump up and run out the door to pick up the girls from youth group to avoid making dinner. Nah, I'm a happy homemaker. Love to make dinner ... love it! Love to clean up too. Oh yeah. I'm going down in flames for this one.
For more public humiliation, head on over to MckMama's place.