I’d love to tell you a lot of things. But there are things I just can’t say.
I sound so secretive, right?
But I basically have no secrets.
Except that one about…wait, we’re getting off track here.
The truth is, there are a lot of things I can’t tell you.
Because they’d be bold faced lies.
And I’m a terrible liar.
[Cue beet red face, shifty eyes, and even some serious sweating.]
I just had to google whether it was beet red or beat red. It’s beet. Like the veggie.
See, I can’t lie. And I’m not even smooth enough to use a common expression properly.
For instance, I’d love to tell you that I lived in some super awesome place like DC or New York. That Nav and I spend our weekends doing fabulous city things like perusing the local flea market and riding bikes in a park.
But I don’t.
Because Nav can’t ride a bike.
Wait, that wasn’t the point.
[Sorry I let that slip, Nav. It was bound to happen.]
It’s actually because we don’t live any place too spectacular and the highlight of my weekend is usually a trip to Target. Or sitting my tush on the couch next to that handsome guy I live with.
[I hope throwing in the handsome comment there makes up for spilling that, mister]
Although maybe someday I’ll be writing you a post from a fabulous city.
Just not quite yet.
I’d love to tell you that Archie is well behaved all the time. That he sits on command and never ever jumps up. But the truth is, if any human being walks within 200 yards of him, he loses it with excitement. We’re talking jumping up, intense tail wagging, and way way way too much wiggling.
Not everyone is into it. But if I told you I didn’t judge people who don’t like him or acknowledge him, I’d be lying.
I do. Oh I do.
Look at his face! He just wants a little love!
Can’t you just give him a pat on the head?
I’d love to tell you that I’m the cool girlfriend who never ever brings up wanting a ring on her finger. That would be the biggest lie. Cause I drop hints like it’s my job. He knows. He humors me. And every once and a while he gives me a little hint. Then my heart melts.
I’d love to tell you that I do DIY projects and crafts. But I don’t. I’m not even tempted to try. Pinterest did not transform me into a crafty girl. Neither did becoming a blogger. I’ve made peace with that.
I’d love to tell you that my family is normal. But we’re not.
Actually, I’m really glad we’re not. I take it all back.
I’d love to tell you that I’m a wine drinker. Aren’t all the cool kids wino’s these days? Truth is, I can really only throw back a Moscato and the occasional Chardonnay. Send me the sweet stuff!
I’d love to tell you that my iPhoto isn’t 97% Archie. But it is.
I’d love to tell you that I didn’t freak a little that Google Reader is going buh-bye and maybe (maybe?) taking his little sister GFC with him. What’s a blogger to do?
Bloglovin. That’s what. See that heart at the top?
Can we agree that a heart or a + is the social media sign for Bloglovin?
Either way, head here to my Bloglovin page and follow along, if you’re freakin out a little too.
So what would you love to be able to tell people?
I’d love to know.
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