Surprise Surprise
I'm good at keeping secrets but I'm not as good at keeping surprises. Does that make sense? A secret I understand is personal and I don't go blabbing ever, but surprises I get caught up in the excitement and accidentally spill the beans.

When I was 9-years-old and out to dinner with my mom, two weeks before Christmas I turn to her and say "Angela got her mother a Meatloaf tape, but she got the idea from me because I bought my mom a Bette Middler tape." My mom laughingly looks at me and goes, "Oh really?" Dammit! lol, We always blow secrets for each other, but it's expected between us.

This summer I thought a friend knew about her birthday dinner, turns out she didn't, but that really isn't my fault, I wasn't warned by the party planner. BUT last January when my friend K turned 30 was informed of her surprise party in August, I kept my mouth shut for five months, even as her friends and family booked flights to fly in from all around the country and as she complained to me about not having anything to do for her big day. I was even the person who brought her out to the restaurant for what she believed was a dinner for just the two of us. Yes, I'm patting my own back.

So why am I writing about surprises? My lips are sealed or should I say my key strokes ;)

Update: SHOOT now I almost blabbed who my secret santa is this year.

News: My blogging friend Pia over at Courting Destiny is mentioned in the Long Island Press' Hot Target column. Congrats!