No, I didn’t miss a day, Dear Reader. The site was offline for 24 hours due to a certain slippage of the mind regarding an annual renewal. As I’ve been reminded, that means a post today. Wracked my brain all day, I did, but nothing percolated to the surface. So I’ll resort to my usual fallback – pictures!
No, this one isn’t one of
that guy I kept meeting last year whathisname. When I came across it in a drawer, I did a double-take. Who is that babe she? That’s me, circa January 1993, attending an inaugural ball. I usually hate my photos; they make me look old, fatter and wrinkly unattractive but this one is hoochiemama exceptional. My cousin, who did the hair and makeup, had a lot to do with the presentation. The funny thing is I’d gained weight over the holidays and thought I was fat at the time. What??? If only I had yesterday’s youth and today’s common sense and confidence. I’d have been positively ferocious gotten anything I wanted.
Clearly I can’t go back 22 years and recapture all that
even with a face and body lifts, hair dye and Weight Watchers and I wouldn’t. I like the older, wiser, more assured me better thanks to years of expensive therapy. Still, a little poundage tweaking will be good for my health and knees. So up this goes on my refrigerator to remind me not to open the door.