team lies

Last night after a 3 hour nap, my husband and I went over to our good ole’ friend Matt Leonard’s house for some movie time. (We watched “the hurricane” an amazing Denzel performance…but that is beside the point.)

As usual, the guys and Sasha (Charles’ dog) were there. As usual, they decided to be jokesters by telling me a big fat lie to see if I would fall for it. As usual, I did. As usual, they are unaware of a disability I have that makes this child’s play so dangerous.

Here goes: Once I have believed something, it is forever locked into my memory even if I discover it’s untruth. What make this disability unconvienient for pranksters is that I am as boldly inquisitive as I am trusting.

So here’s how it usually goes down. I am told some falsehood in jest to which I respond with full belief. Then I find myself in a conversation with the subject in question to which I ask questions about this new info to which they respond with much confusion to which I respond with “well Charles told me that…” to which the prankster is unexpectedly forced to explain the original ” joke” which has now become awkward and more trouble than it was worth.

On that note…Britta, I have a question for you.