I wake up every day with all these brilliant ideas of things I’d love to blog about. Ideas run through my head all the way to work. I talk to myself making mental notes hoping that if I run it through the gray matter long enough that maybe it’ll stick until I get home to actually write it down. However. . . after the days I’ve had lately, the only thing that runs through my mind on my way home is how close I am to alcohol. It’s been ROUGH.
So today, after getting home from work and as I was reaching for my second beer, I realized that my brain had turned to mush yet again (Not from the beer) and it was completely blank . . . again. . . swallowed up with the worries from work. I thought I’d look through some of these photos that I’ve been scanning to look for inspiration. It didn’t take long before I saw THIS.

Aaaahhhh! I was SO HAPPY! Can you tell? This was about 1992 and I was visiting friends in Cape Cod and I was having a blast. In this particular picture, I was singing Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy!” and dancing through the house like a lunatic. And yes, vodka was involved. Good times!
I’m too sexy for my shirt – too sexy for my shirt – so sexy it hurts!
Then I saw this one. This was about 1982, I’m guessing. . . a loooooonnnnngggg time ago. I’m starting to see a pattern here.

My first thought was “Do I EVER shut that pie hole?” My mouth apparently flies wide open when I’m having a good time.
My second thought was “Look at that tiny waist? Is that mine?” I don’t remember.
Whatever the case. . . it took my mind off of work. . . and on to happier times. I’m smiling now.



















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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackI no longer look at photos of myself. Ever. Ever. Ever. LOL!
It would appear, Donna, that both of us have had drunken Cape Cod days in which vodka was a deciding factor of our happiness. I’m also very glad to see that you are a happy drunk, as am I. Until I puke, that is.
Love you.
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