Eric Holen

On Saturday afternoon, I lied to Yvette. Here it is Wednesday, and she has not yet forgotten or forgiven me.

This wasn’t a slipup on my part, or even an oversight. When the words left my mouth, I knew outright that I was telling a blatant lie to Yvette and her mom who was in the vehicle with us.

Maybe if I had given it a little more thought, I might have said something else. However, no matter what I said, it still would have been a lie.

By Saturday evening, Yvette and her mom knew something wasn’t right when I did not live up to my earlier statement. Then came Sunday and I still did not come through.

Yes, I lied.

Saturday afternoon, we had gone to Red Lobster, Yvette’s very favorite restaurant, for lunch. On the way back home, we were going to pass by the Dairy Queen in Kyle before turning home. As we were getting off the freeway, both Yvette and her mom started asking if we could stop for a Blizzard. I hesitated. As we drove up the frontage road, they kept persisting that we should stop for a Blizzard. Finally, as we drew near to Dairy Queen, I lied. I said I was too full to enjoy ice cream and that we would go back later that evening.

That was a big boldfaced lie since I had no intention of driving them back to Dairy Queen for a Blizzard.

Later that evening, they asked to go back to Dairy Queen. I said I wasn’t in the mode, but they could drive themselves, which I knew likely would not happen. I think it’s easier for the two of them to justify something like ice cream if they can get me to take them there. On Sunday, they asked again to go to Dairy Queen. Still, I told them they could drive themselves, yet they didn’t go.

Here it is Wednesday, and they remind me that I lied to them. But they also remind me that the weekend is right around the corner and I can make it up to them.

Yvette, I am sorry I lied to you. We will go to Dairy Queen on Saturday so that you can have your Blizzard (hint: This is another lie).