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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

For anyone who knows Daren, they know he doesn't lie.
That's why I couldn't believe he lied to me.
Driving home a couple of weeks ago, I asked him what time he was planning on coming home after work the next day. After stuttering, he said he would be late because his boss needed him to do somethings. So probably not before 7pm.
The morning after our drive home, the day he was supposed to stay late at work, he was flustered and when I asked what was wrong with him, he said he had lost something very important. He rushed out the door.
About an hour later, I called him and asked if he was okay, if I could look for what he was looking for earlier. He said what he was looking for might be on the kitchen table.

This was on the kitchen table:
"Day 1 of 6" was on the table. "Day 1 of 6" was what Daren had "lost," when really he was just trying to figure out where to put the note that morning. 
This was why Daren was being a liar-face. Daren wasn't coming home until later because this "mystery man" (who happened to look just like Daren, was coming home to cook me dinner.
He let me choose my dinner (spaghetti, salad, rolls) and my dessert (cookies, of course). 

How sweet! Right? But day 1...of 6? There was more?? Why, yes. There was:
The last day was super special. Daren wrote me a love letter.

(the love letter was so cute, it may or may not have made me cry). (I am married to the best man on the planet).

I had a super fun and perfect week with picnics in the park, movie nights, sour patch kids, delicious berries, and foot massages. 
So Daren was lying. He told a big fat one. The first lie he has ever told me. But, guess what? I don't mind this kind of lying. Daren's lying brings wonderful surprises.