Lies I Tell Myself

It seems I’m not yet old enough not to deceive myself. What lies do you tell yourself?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I don’t have two (or three) of the ingredients for this recipe. It should taste the same without them.

I’m putting my keys in a different place than where they usually go. I’ll remember where they are.

I’ll eat only a little ice cream.

That’s a great story idea I had. I don’t need to write it down.

I don’t need the address. I’ll recognize the place when I get there.

I don’t need the instructions. How hard can it be?

I’m too tired to finish [task] tonight. I’ll get up really early tomorrow morning and finish it before I have to leave.

I’ll always remember where I took this photo, the names of all the people, the exact date it was taken.

I’ll remember my new logon and password.

On Sale

I came home one day to find the pantry stocked. Stocked with potato chips and beef jerky that is.

I asked hubby, “Are you expecting another flood?” (We have had some severe flooding and we were both stranded for several hours (in separate spots), so that was my first guess.)

No, that wasn’t it.

Five new bags of potato chips and three bags of beef jerky I found in the pantry

One for me, two for him. One for me, three for him . . .

“Are you getting ready to hibernate for the winter?”

No, that wasn’t it either.

“They were on sale,” he announced, happy to get such a good deal.

Oh, that explains everything.