I do not always tell the truth. There are times when it is just not the right thing to do. I was at comic con this sunday... no I am not into that geekdom... but honey is he loves it. I hate big crowds. I get chest pains and begin to sweat. I had asked him early on please stay close this is really bad for me. And he did for about an hour then he would just wonder when something caught his eye. Panic would set in. After about 3 hours of this I was a little miffed. He says to me all calmly, whats wrong. Are you kidding me. So I think to myself do I really want to have a full blown disscussion on my panic attacks on the exhibit hall floor on the last day of comic con. No not really. So I say that pat response... Nothing. Now he knows like all men doknow that nothing means there is something really wrong. But he really wants to finish seeing all there is to see so he says okay and we keep it moving. Later in the car he asked again whats wrong. by now I was out of that dam place and I was fine. So I told the truth this time and said Nothing I feel better now. And this truth caused me to have to sit in the parking lot of the old town trolley station for one hour because I did not know how to tell the truth. Im just a big fat liar and cant tell the truth when asked a simple question. If I had only listened more closely to mom when she told me to always tell the truth.



