If We Could See The Future

So it was pretty cold this morning and I wanted to huddle in the house all day but I had to get the recycling on the curb first. I did what any sane woman would do: threw on the first outfit I could lay my hands on.

Which means that I ended up running out front in bright pink sweatpants and a red sweatshirt that make me look about 20 pounds heavier than I am.

And I realized if my 17 year old self:

Yes, that's my real hair.  

Could see the way my current self is apparently comfortable leaving the house:

How cute is Sassy photobombing me?

It might actually kill her.

My Favorite Decade

It's Finish The Sentence Friday and today's sentence was "My favorite decade was..."

Easiest blog post ever...so easy that I'm not even going to finish the sentence with words.  One guess what my favorite decade was:

 This was one of my favorite shirts, I wore it all the time.

This was deep in my "visible undergarments phase."

No, I'm not getting married in this one--it was when I was presented

as a candidate for the Arts Society Ball. 

Which sounds slightly more pretentious than it actually was.

I should probably say something like "This is my favorite decade because I have finally married my darling Opie and we are blissfully happy." But we are still early into this decade--I'll say that in 2020.  Besides, this was when I actually met my Opie.

This is Opie circa 1989-what a blondie bear he was!

Besides, what's not to love: Big hair (you should hear about the time I got a perm), I was soooooo skinny (though I thought I was fat, go figure), I had no responsibilities, dance music was fun and not so aggressive (Mike Birbiglia has a hilarious bit about this!), and clothes of questionable taste (wasn't a teacher then so didn't care about inappropriate attire!)




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