i am a bad secret keeper. terrible. i can't even keep my own secrets. i decide not to tell, to be discreet, and before you know it, i'm making grand announcements! doh! happy secrets are the worst! they bubble up in me like champagne! i guess i am a celebrater - i want to invite people into my joy and have a big, fat party.
so, with that in mind, you should all be very proud of me for my discretion and reserve. that's all.