After over a decade of storing my useless crap that clogged up her guest room, she finally made me take it all home.
Doesn't she know that moms are supposed to store their kids' stuff forever?? Geez.
(that's a joke there, Sonny. A bad one.)
You know all that crap you have from your childhood that you feel like you shouldn't throw away but you don't want to keep it?
Yeee-ah. And it's sat in my trunk ever since. 3 weeks later. Still in the trunk.
Sigh. I hate a dirty trunk.
Well, there's nothing left to do here but
try it on.
(Queue Spice Girls "Wannabe")
Hang on a second-- I need to 90-ify my hair (helloooo hairspray and curling iron). That shouldn't be hard since my 'do hasn't changed much IN 20 YEARS.
This just brings me back. . .
(senior year dance warmups)
High School. '97. Those totally awesome (fatty) cheese rolls in the cafeteria,
(Dance Co. unitard; can't. . .breathe. . .sucking. . .in. . . It made me look hippy back then. It makes me look hippier now)
The awkward phase between pegged pants and flare jeans.
(my parents let me prance around in this tennis skirt?? I've heard crossing your legs is supposed to make them look less fat. Hence, the um, crossed legs. . .)
That German exchange student who went around all year saying everything was "Sooo sensual" 'cause someone told him that meant "cool".
And for the record,
we thought this dress was ugly at the time. I think it might make a beautiful Christmas tree skirt, though.
So go try on your cheerleading/soccer/band/chess club/whatever uniform, would ya? Go pull out that old prom dress.
Mega extra points for your wedding dress.
And I'll put on my spandex polka dot sequined dance number if someone'll pay me. Or you might pay me not to. Either way.