Friday, August 18, 2006



I'm so bad at keeping quiet about things / playing my cards close to my vest / lying.

This isn't to say "oh, I'm so virtuous, I can't tell a lie." It's to say that I'm absolutely stupid sometimes, and feel the need to disclose things that make me look bad, even when the information is not asked after.

Why? WHY?

An example of this: last week I was talking to my mom on the phone, and I told her that I rode in the back of my friend's SUV on the way back from the softball game. This worried her, she was all quiet and mad, she told my dad, he emailed me, I emailed them back, apologizing for my lapse in judgment.

I KNEW my mom would not be too keen on her baby riding without a seatbelt. But I felt the overwhelming need to tell her the story anyhow.

And this is just one example of many.

Meg, you're an above the fold star.
you made me, babe! ;-)

(I'm trying to talk like a celebrity)
...and doing a very good job of it!

Move over Scarlett.
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