Brought to you by the letter "A"

I grew up with Sesame Street and I guess I could attribute (BLAME) part of my love for the brownie on Cookie Monster. I mean, come on....I was a kid and my little pea brain was just mush. Ok...not much has changed apparently!!

Anyway - I'm going to use this opportunity to enrich and enlighten my incredibly vast audience. :-)

So today is brought to you by the letter "A".

"A" is for alter-ego. Everyone has one...yes you do, stop lying. And if you really don't, you should get one. They're AWESOME - which also starts with "A".

I got tired of being told “you can’t act like that in public” or “don’t say that out loud!” So… I bought a wig and a black lace strapless dress, some rhinestone studded sunglasses, a feather boa and, for the pièce de résistance, a black Stetson Cowboy hat and brought to life a sassy Southern Belle I affectionately call “Miss Peach” because, after all, I’m from Georgia by way of Texas and it just doesn’t get much more Southern than that. And guess what? Miss Peach could get away with almost anything.

I began to refer to her as my sister and blamed her for anything that wasn't "appropriate".

One time I took my sister on a weekend getaway with hubby only I didn’t tell him she would be coming along. When we were getting ready to “retire” for the evening he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out of the bathroom, I was gone and my sister was standing there in all her glory. Now, before we travel he asks “is your sister coming along?” If I say “not this time” it’s hard for me to tell if the look on his face is one of relief or regret.

"A" is for Alter-ego.

Next Monday - the letter "B". Be ready!!