To be brutally honest, Mrs. Flinger, it's 12:13a.m. Wednesday

This post is for brutally honest Mondays, Mrs. Flinger's meme, which she actually didn't post this week until Tuesday.

I read about her wanting people to join in on twitter and didn't get around to putting this post together until 12:15 a.m. Wednesday. SO technically this whole post is a lie, and for brutally honest Monday, nonetheless. My mother would say that I ought to be ashamed of myself. Indeed, I am.

But what I wanted Mrs. Flinger to know is that I am actually a really good go to girl.

I'm always there for my friends, even those who never comment on my blog, even when I dutifully participate in their memes. I never hold grudges, and am always a good sport.

And while I'm not going to blogher- because well, I am afraid to fly, and would also be afraid to tell people that I'm leaving my kids for the week whilst I go pursue my blogging aspirations since almost no one I know (in the real world) knows that I blog, except for Moira and her husband Chaz, and my husband, who incidentally, never reads TG ( How's that for brutally honest?)- I am happy to post a picture so that Mrs. Flinger might perhaps remember me and leave me a little comment love.

Now I'm the one beggin'

Anyway, Mrs. Flinger, the picture above is of me at my brother's recent eighties party. I went as an eighties preppy, to a party in a bar, where some people, not part of the party, were not in costume- because that is how I roll.