Little White Lies

This week’s Fun Monday hosts at The UncaringBear has asked us to Share with us a little white lie that you may, or may not, have gotten away with. Perhaps it’s something more sinister than a little white lie – maybe even a deep dark secret that you’ve kept buried for years! All the better! Now’s your chance to get it off your chest and confess: “Yes, I did eat that last slice of cheese cake”, “No, I wasn’t washing my hair that Saturday”, “Those pants do make you look fat”!

Well, to be perfectly honest, I had to think long and hard about this subject.  I finally ended up asking  Shaun if he could think of anything I ever fibbed about.  He immediately  pondered for nearly five minutes before he asked me if I remembered the sausages.  Ah yes…the sausages, how could I ever forget them?

Years ago, when we were first married and I was still a naive starry-eyed bride, I used to lovingly make us all a big breakfast.  (This was before I learned the joys of cold cereal)  One morning I slaved away at the stove creating a wonderful feast for us.  (By wonderful, I mean that I managed to not burn a single thing) I called my little family to the table as I proudly placed the heaping serving platters of scrambled eggs, (Shaun quickly learned to accept the one and only way I can manage prepare eggs) crisp hash browns and perfectly browned sausages on the table.  

As I took the two steps back to our tiny kitchen to butter the toast, Shaun looked at me with a funny expression on his face and asked if that’ was all the sausage there was.  I responded that I thought the one package would be fine for us.  Then he asked me if I had dropped any on the floor or something.  I looked at him like he was nut and told him that I didn’t think so.  They were all there.  He just shook his head and muttered about something about how strange it was that there were only seven sausage links in a package.  I just shrugged and sat down to eat our meal. 

The moment passed and the topic moved on to other things. In the middle of discussing what we would do that day, I nearly broke into tears.  I couldn’t take the pressure and had to confess to my beloved that I had eaten one of the sausages before I called everyone to the table. 

Nowadays, whenever I happen to see a package of sausage links, I have to grin…I mean, WHO in their right mind counts sausage links?? 


I still can’t tell a fib worth beans…but I may have learned to be sneakier about sampling the sausages.  The trick is to always eat two just to keep it even…

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