I left the house for 10 minutes and returned to find my husband had signed us up for our friends Mark and Jane's "painting party." Are you kidding me? I would no sooner paint my own living room than waste a Sunday applying ecru to someone else's walls. You can serve chips and beer, but that does not make free manual labor a party. I had to call and say that our friends Kip and Kitty had already invited us over for a barbecue on their new deck. The two duos don't really know each other, but I still had to cover all bases by calling Kitty to let her in on my lie.
The result: I felt tentative and scared that I was creating too many pieces to my lying puzzle. My husband kept his distance from me as the lie unfolded, as if he might catch something nasty from my phone call. Did he think I was evil for doing this? I certainly wasn't enjoying my con — or was I? The truth (seriously) was that the whole thing was kind of exciting! Still, I can think of better ways than lying to get my heart rate going.
And to make matters worse, the tiny connection that links Kip with Jane (their sisters were in the same college sorority) sparked that Saturday in the aisle of Home Depot. Thank goodness I had let Kitty in on my plan, but the whole thing made me feel uneasy. I made a friend lie for me, and I wasn't there to monitor her delivery. Was she convincing?
I have to admit, though, getting quality time with my husband was worth it. With a lot of effort and the help of some not-so-willing accomplices, we spent the day paint-splatter-free. Would I do it again? Probably. But I wouldn't involve other friends. I don't want people to know my dark side!
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