So it turns out, Initials read last week's post about the deep dark secret I was keeping from him, and I am in shitloads of trouble.
Well, I should say was. And even then, it was mostly because I was stupid. He had asked me some sort of vague question about my blogging habits, and then I fudged the truth a bit, not being smart enough to realize that he remembers the blog's address, and is easily able to catch me in my web of lies. Well, not web, but a loose-knit net.
This is why you don't tell your deepest darkest secrets to the internet.
But all is more or less well.
We invited the third over to the house and tye-dyed Easter eggs last night, but with no hanky panky this time. Or at least no hanky panky under the clothes.
