Can you keep a secret?

I do love PostSecret, but as I've explained before, I don't necessarily feel I should mail all my burdens to that poor man in Germantown. So here's my secret:

I told you I ate the last of those McDonald's Breakfast Burritos that were in the fridge because I knew you were pissed off that nobody was eating them.

I lied.

I fed them to the dog because they were so nasty.

She didn't want them, either.

I'm sorry I lied to you.