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March 9, 2017

I’ve always wondered about the expression, “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”  I mean, who would lie about such a thing?  Even more baffling is that if your pants were on fire, who wouldn’t believe it?  Flaming, smoking pants aren’t something you could hide and it’s easy to verify.

I don’t know about you but sometimes I prefer hearing a lie to the truth.  My mother used to say that sometimes it’s alright to lie.  Okay those aren’t her exact words but she did say you should always be kind, which is almost the same thing.   If you’re talking to someone face-to-face and they ask you a potentially damning, overloaded question, it’s okay to tell a little white lie. 

Do these pants make my butt look fat?  Did you like the gift I gave you?  Why didn’t you come to my Tupperware party?

What color is a white lie, anyway?  I think that question could best be answered by establishing what it isn’t.  Black lies are the color of evil no matter how small they are.  Grey lies...

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