(hope i'm not being TOO brash by calling you that..)
but as i have always got such sound advice from you before, i feel that i must also bring this little problem to you as well.
yes, yes---am having terrible feelings of overwhelming guilt.
i've ever so cleverly managed to conceal several hundred dollars from my spouse, my trusting spouse i might add, by over-inflating my daily lunch expense/allowance. yes, hideous, i know, but there you go. i've plainly stipulated to her that it costs me some five dollars a day to procure an eatable lunch, when in fact, i eat at my store for free (hotdogs off the grill, and writing off chips off the shelf as being out of date...yes, that's also a no-no...but i AM the general manger and should have SOME small perks, yes?)
anyway, after several months of this concealment/stashing, i finally had enough to go out and purchase a NEW pistol for myself that i've had an eye on for some time. a very nice, new pistol. i'm quite proud of it really. well, of course she was wanting to know how i'd managed to procure the pistol...a small 'white' lie popped right out of my mouth instantly... "dear, i traded one of my old ones for it!) and nothing else was said about it.
then, a few months later, i had enough of the 'tainted' lunch money put back to buy a new leather motorcycle jacket, and also a nice pair of silver conchoed leather saddlebags (with leather fringe) for the new bike. again, the questions arose...."where did you get the money for all that?" again, the small, 'white' lies flowed like honey from my spineless mouth. "uh, uh, uh, a biker came into the store and traded them for gas money to go see his mom in the hospital!" (i know that sucks, but hey, it was better than the original thought...i found them on the side of the road!)
again, the matter was dropped...due to my bold-faced lie.
but...and this is the kicker, every time i shoot the pistol, wear the jacket, or throw the saddle bags across the back of my bike, i feel---well, guilty as hell about the whole thing.
my question to you great sage?
no, no, no...not whether i should confess or at the least sell all of the booty and buy her something nice with the cash... but how in the world can i OVER come these feelings of guilt?
answer needed post-haste, if you please...
thanks,
Beowolff (working on more money for a new pair of boots.)
