We've all done it. It's nothing to be proud of, but today you can clear your conscience.

It's time to 'fess up and tell your tale of the biggest, boldest, bald-faced B.S. story you ever told your Mama.

For me (Producer Mike) it would have to be the time when, at age 19, I crashed into a parked car in my apartment center parking lot. I told my mom that the "steering went out" while I was driving. I absolutely insisted that the car's steering was faulty, and kept that ridiculous story going for years - when the truth was obvious: I was actually a little tipsy (back in my drinking days) and I was plenty upset (over being dumped by a girl). It was totally my fault. The only thing that failed that day was my own credibility.

So today I say: I'm sorry mom, for sticking to that stupid BS story for all those years and for not admitting that i had been 100% irresponsible that day.

They say confession is good for the soul, and I'll admit I feel a little bit better already. Besides, our mom could never stay mad at us kids for long. She was a loving, forgiving person who had really "seen it all".

One good thing that DID result from this event was the hilarious re-telling of my infamous BS story at family gatherings. For years my outright denial that it was all BS would regularly make everyone roar with side-splitting laughter. All at my expense of course...