Find me on most of the social spaces as Mrs. Flinger
In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
just found your blog, and this is pretty funny. sounds like a good tradition!
Welcome, Barbara! Thank you. Feel free to use it at your own house.
Mom and I never sat at the table but when my dad remarried when I was a teenager and brought his new wife and her three teenaged boys into the house we always ate at the table, where we told grosser than gross, dead baby (please don’t lightening strike me—I didn’t tell them!), and dirty jokes. I know, horribly disgusting not to mention in poor taste.
Am thinking name change may be in order.
Perhaps Mrs. FINGER.
Damn! Jenny beat me to the punch line.
My cousin and I use to do that at my grandmother’s. The trick/fun was not getting caught by my grandmother.
Are you giving me the finger? WTF did I do?
That picture of Baby O is priceless. I see a gift card in it’s future.
I was just wondering if “cereal killers” are anything like “serial killers”? Or do they only murder Rice Krispies?
Hey! If you were here in person right now you could practice a little more of that finger move!
Couldn’t help myself.
OKAY…NOW I AM SCARED. This happened all the time at my house when we were teenagers. (And sometimes now when the toddlers are beating the crap out of each other on the carpet.)
I think you and I might have been separated at birth.
Coffee, the finger, kids who don’t sleep through the night….what else is there?
Now I am off to play…but you stole my idea, so I will have to find something else to do…
I too must be a long lost relative for in my house growing up the finger was flung often. We used to joke that it meant ‘I love you’.
I too will participate - it was quite the evening in the shower last night - yikes!
I was also using this particular gesture at a young age, and am deeply trained in both the public and subversive uses. I have good reason to believe that my mentor, my own mother, was self taught; but despite the hindrances this could have created we have reached professional status also.
I am shocked. At our house, WE DO NOT give the finger.
We simply say F—k you.
P.S. I participated in brutually honest Monday. Today I debunked the myth that because we are no longer in high school, we are mature. Thank you for helping me prove my point with your post.
I don’t have to post any pictures. Your pictures could have been taken at MY dining room table.
These pictures are HILARIOUS!
Hey, that’s what family togetherness is all about…being able to flip ‘em off and still live with ‘em.
Me? I’m giving the bird to motherhood itself on this lovely Brutally honest Monday. Thanks for giving me the encouragement to get it all out there.
If that isn?t hilarious, I don?t know what is. Traditions, gotta love em.
Sometimes nothing feels better than a bird!
You guys are too funny. We also have a “bird” photo file. Ah the blackmail material.
Since I come from this family, I just want to say that Mrs. Flinger TOTALLY speaks the truth. All this went on and even on a daily basis.
Whenever I had friends over I would actually WARN them. WARN THEM!!!!
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