Not a label often applied to me, but there's a first (hopefully non-repeatable) time for everything.
I have a confession to make. Even though I committed to writing a post every day this month, I didn't do it. I cheated.
Yesterday I wrote two.
This is not one of them. The first of the two you may have already read - it's the post immediately preceding this one. The second of them you may never get to read. Not unless I work up the nerve to risk really offending you. You see, not only am I a dirty, rotten cheater ---- I'm a chicken. So you're getting this (freshly written today) totally bland and non-offensive post instead.
Guilty Conscience is my middle name. After all, I'm a mother and a Catholic to boot! Any mother (or Catholic, for that matter) worth her salt wouldn't be entirely comfortable with herself if she wasn't feeling at least a little guilty about something, anything... everything. Most of the time, guilt can be dealt with. Thank goodness!
But the reason you're not getting to read the post I pre-wrote is not because of a guilty conscience, but a preference for a clear one. It is because, dear reader, I don't want you to think any less of me than you already may. (Not to be confused with "think of me less often" than you already may, in which case - how would I know?) Because of it's objectionable subject matter. And no, I'm not gonna tell you what that is because someday I may decide my conscience be hanged!
Only one other person in the world has read that post so far, but I know Hubby loves me unconditionally. Someday you may know me well and love me despite of it too. And then you'll know that whether it ever gets posted or not, I have your best interest at heart.