I had sworn my friends to secrecy over our little accident on Saturday.
Armani was full of vitriol again on Sunday.
My husband was at his parents over the weekend. He was due back Sunday for dinner. Hmm... I couldn't tell him could I?
Now I don't ever feel guilty... Not me. Ever.
I hurried home from the barn. I cleaned up the house. I showered and put on a cute outfit. I made a nice dinner and lit candles. I even made an apple pie.
My husband walked in.
"So, what did you do wrong?"
I admit I confessed.
2 hours ago