I'll tell the truth tomorrow, mom, don't you worry.

Today I'm supposed to tell a lie on my blog.

If you're new around here, you may not know this, but I'm usually straight forward. No lies, no sugar coats. 

There's a huge reason for this.

When I think about lying, I cringe a little bit. A lot a bit, actually.

You see, growing up my mom was a huge advocate for always telling the truth. I couldn't even get away with a pea sized white lie. No, seriously, if I only hate 4 peas but I told her I ate 5 I was in trouble. 

This probably explains why I've been tagged as honest to a fault on many occasions.

The back story on this goes a little something like this...

I had a little boyfriend in 6th grade named Tony, he was friends with some people I wasn't allowed to be friends with because of their reputations. Yes, it is possible to have a reputation in 6th grade... if you're my mother.

Let's call one of the girls in this group Danielle.

Danielle was the girl who taught other girls how to stuff their bras, was always in the office because her skirts didn't meet her finger tips, her tank tops were never 4 fingers wide and she had her first kiss far before the rest of us.

To say my mother wouldn't let me near Danielle would be an understatement.

I'm pretty sure she paid the principal off to assure I wasn't in any of the same classes as Danielle.

Well, one day Tony invited me to go to the movies. A double date. With Danielle and her flavor of the day.

Oh. Shit.

Of course I wanted to go, Tony had the coolest Jansport backpack in the entire grade. He was the total cats pajamas. I had to keep my composure and figure out a way to get around this Danielle scenario because if I knew anything it was that I couldn't be the loser who wasn't allowed to hang out with Danielle.

After pacing my room for what felt like 2 hours I figured it out. I was going to pull off the gymnastics routine of the century and pull a real fast one on my mom. I mean, after all, my dad was always the one to drive me to and from the movies. He didn't know Danielle from Kathryn.

So, I told my mom the biggest lie I've told in my entire life. (still to this day)

I was going to the movies with Tony, Kathryn and her friend Nick. That was that.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, let me tell you. It went wrong. REAL wrong.

Kathryn called my house while I was supposedly at the movies with her.

Oh, yes she did.

The movie ends and we walk outside to get picked up by our parents.

There stands my mother... tapping her toe, fire in her eyes. My face flushed white and I think I felt my heart jump to my throat. I was in deeeeep doo doo.

I still chalk this story up to my lack of popularity throughout the rest of my grade school life.

And also why I fear telling lies.

Really... it's probably because I used to do this in my free time.

Ok. So, now that I've got that down. You all know how uncomfortable I am with this link up, but when my ladies host a link up I just have to support them. I'm biting the bullet. Just please, no one tell my mother. She might try and shut down my blog if she catches wind that I'm being influenced to lie again.
(insert shutter here)


1. I love scary movies.

2. I still sleep with a blankie.

3. I love 80's music. 

I'll tell the truth tomorrow, mom, don't you worry.





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