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.
7 comments:
1. Excellent choice of titles.
2. Being a bad secret keeper seems a small price to pay for that kind of big joy. I think it's awesome.
3. My signs will be posted around the neighborhood by nightfall.
Who the heck are James and Lily? ME
Is there really someone who died? I didn't realize it was THAT kind of secret. Of course ... I really don't have any clue what kind of secret it is, I'm just assuming that secrets that cause people to actually ... die ... are not that commonplace anymore.
I know your secret: you've been secretly taking tango lessons, and soon you're coming to tango our asses off. That's it, isn't it?
how did you guess! and why would you tell everyone like that? you are so mean!
Spreading joy is never a bad thing and I agree with Sarah's number 2. and am tempted to drive through your neighborhood just to see her signs! haha
i don't get it. you are confusing. if the secret is that your insane then i agree with you
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