The (Sort of) Post of Shame

I missed a day. 

I did.

I'll admit it. 

Which doesn't often happen--so enjoy it while it lasts.

No, I do admit when I'm wrong. I'm a lot better than I used to be. Makes me feel more mature.

Actually last night was one such night where I refused to admit that I was wrong. I was over at a friend's apartment watching a movie and after the movie was over he was working on some fishing knots.

(On a side note, it was actually really cool watching him work on that knot. I never go fishing nor am around people who fish PLUS knots are cool. Though I'm more for untying knots than tying them. Also that wire was super, super thin so watching him form a knot from that was fascinating.)

At one point I said I'd leave him with his fishing net. I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT. I did mean to say wire or line but it was late, I was tired and I messed up.

He called me out on that so I said that I meant to say net. As I think back on that moment, I feel like there was a somewhat conscious decision to say the word 'net' and not 'wire' even though I knew while saying it that it was the wrong term. We went back and forth a moment about how I'm good with words, he believed me (yeah right), something like that. Eh, I am good with words, thank you very much but still...if I admitted now that he was right, goodness, his head would inflate.

He already claims to have won the water war from 2 days ago, don't need to give him anything more to hold over me.

Do I feel bad for *cough* lying *cough*? Hmm....

Yes, yes I do.