There are sometimes we just want to share a secret. I am often struck by a weird compulsion to admit my sins. Usually they are fairly innocuous, and by the time I say something, the receiver of my confession just laughs at me. I consider eating hot white bread with butter a sin, so you can get the idea. It doesn’t mean I don’t do it – I just recognize that I shouldn’t probably be doing it, but do it anyways.
When it comes to technological sins, I always confess to my husband. It’s just he that would consider many of the things I do trespassing against a computer, or phone or whatever it may be. I also know that he’ll spent 5 minutes explaining why I shouldn’t have done what I did and then forgive me anyways – with perhaps only a minor penance.
About 2 months ago, I bragged to him that I successfully fixed my “comma/less than” key when it fell off. I got it all hooked back into place and working completely perfectly. This is true – mostly.
October 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: My confession: the key didn’t mysteriously fall off. I ripped it off to get a Beavis (cat)hair out of it that was hindering its use. Oh, Emile, I have sinned.