I told a little lie Monday in the midst of a bit of truth. Here’s what I said:
1. I once cut the tip of my thumb almost completely off while trying to cut the label off a SpaghettiOs can with a butcher knife. There were tattoos under the label. Lots of blood and fourteen stitches later, I never got my tattoos.
2. One year, in less than a 6 month period, I hit three parked cars. Those are the only accidents I’ve ever claimed on insurance; we traded meat for body work on my car. I felt like such an idiot every time. My phone was not involved in any of them.
3. On a ski trip back in the day, I told Mr. Gray I wanted to go to the top of the mountain with him. (Yes, I’m as cautious when I ski as everything else I do.) We got off the lifts at the top, took some super cute photos at the peak, I freaked out, and we rode the lift back down the mountain.
Here’s what you said:
1. 3
2. 0
3. 3
One person said they were all true.
(You people sure don’t have much to say; can we work on that? Participation makes my day.)
Here’s the truth [the whole truth, and nothing but the truth]:
1. Ding! True.
2. EEEEhhhhh. Nope. Try it now. One year, in less than a 6 month period, I hit two parked cars. Those are the only accidents I’ve ever claimed on insurance; we traded meat for body work on my car. I felt like such an idiot every time. My phone was not involved in any of them.
3. Ding! True.