My secret identity has been compromised.
I leaked sensitive information about my family two posts ago.
Sure, Worker Mommy pointed it out and I got it fixed up. But I have no way of knowing who saw the information before that.
I had to make a choice. I could track the IP addresses of anyone who visited my blog from the first publishing time to the second and blackmail them to keep quiet (or, you know, just kill them). OR! I could just not do anything. Or I could come clean.
I have decided...The jig is up.
To tell you the truth, I was getting a little sick of the Blog Names, anyway. I had reasons for each one of them - the main being to protect my family from any weirdos that might want to come steal my babies in the middle of the night. But the more I think about it, the more I convince myself - they're never going to find them solely because they know our names. Because, really, we all have extremely common names. Not like my mom or sister - whose names will never be mentioned on here.
Without further ado, I give you the Butrfly Family Breakdown:
The Man = Mike
Sunshine = Alyssa
Ninja Boy = Nicholas
Butrfly = Amy (Me) (Oh, wait, you knew that one.)*
From here on out, we give up our Uber-Secret Identities and will stick with not letting our last names out.
So. There you go. Merry Late Christmas. I got you Information! Hope it fits.
*(Or did you? How would you feel if I told you that was NOT my real name??)