Coming Clean

The guilt is too much.  I must confess. So why not to the entire blogosphere?

This morning I was at the grocery store and had taken a detour to somewhere I did not belong.  I recognized the undeniable guilt I was feeling by what was running through my head.   I kept thinking:  'Oh, I hope no one sees me!  Please don't let anyone I know see me'

I wasn't perusing the wine aisle;  I wasn't buying beer.