New Year's Resolution?

I normally don't make new years' resolutions so I don't feel guilty if I don't keep them. But after this week's events, maybe I should make this one: Not to keep dirty little secrets from family.

A couple of days ago, I was boasting to my dad about the six pack I was forming on my tummy (if I'd made a new year's resolution last year if would have been to work out daily, a resolution that I've faithfully kept!) when he noticed a piercing hole I had in my belly button. I lifted my shirt without thinking because the hole didn't have a ring in it, and with his poor eye sight, I didn't think he'd notice. But he did--oops! He exclaimed, "You've had your belly button pierced! I'm telling Willetta [my mother]!" Little did he know, I'd gotten the piercing over seven years ago, and my mom already knew, but warned me not to tell Pops. I vowed that I'd tell him when I moved away from home or when I'd gotten married, but that happened over five and a half years ago. Needless to say, he was the last one among friends and family to know about it. But hey, kids do stupid stuff when they're 18 or 19. That was my rebellious moment. I still think I turned out okay.

Well, now he knows. Hopefully I'll do better with dirty little secrets in 2009