to Stockton. All it
will take, I hope,
is the perfect
little (okay,
big) lie.
I’m Out of Practice
Not having had to manufacture
a lie in quite a long time.
I have to say, that isn’t a bad
place to be, where you don’t
have to lie. Everything is just
so much easier when you don’t
have to remember what you
told who, and when, and why.
What is simply is. But not
anymore, I guess. Now I have
to not only come up with a reason
to go, but also to remember exactly
what it was, no matter how tweaked
I might be when I get home.
Tweaked! It takes a modicum
of thinking, but within an hour or so,
I invent a great (I think) excuse.
It’s a Doozer
“Mom, is there any
way I could borrow
your car? There’s a
r /> college fair I want to
check out tomorrow,
over in Sacramento.