I am the world's worst secret keeper!

The combination of no impulse control, a guilty conscience, and an overactive imagination makes me the worst secret keeper in the world. I have the best intentions, and don’t want to spill the beans, but inevitably, I do. Let’s just say that if there is something you are trying to hide, something you don't want anyone else to know: DON'T TELL ME.
Having said that, I have been doing a pretty good job of keeping some secrets lately. I’m not talking about the “I know who killed Kennedy” type secret, but secrets none the less. Believe me, I am just DYING to tell someone. Thank goodness you aren't here.
Next week, at TMEA (Texas Music Educator’s), we will be letting the cat out of the bag. In fact, the secret involves several cats. It's is like a LITTER of cats coming out of this bag. I am not sure who put the cats in there, but if you could keep that a secret from the folks at PETA, I would appreciate it. As I mentioned, I am not good at keeping secrets.