I Lied About My Breakfast Choices

So I told my fiancé this morning that I didn't feel like oatmeal for breakfast. Little did he know, the reason wasn't a lack of appetite but rather my discovery of expired oats in the pantry. Instead of telling him the truth, which would've required an unplanned trip to the grocery store on an already hectic day, I had a few slices of bread and jam instead. Now I feel guilty about it because he keeps offering to make me breakfast when all I needed was to actually communicate what the issue was. But hey, at least I got my toast with extra butter!