Skeletons often pile up in the deepest of closets.
There is bound to be one from when you lied to your parents about "working on a history project;" In fact, you were seeing double in the back forty of who knows where. Or when your husband asks where the new tee came from, and you say, "Oh, I have had this for years!" while you know darn well the turquoise paper bag is shoved under the back seat of the truck.
