So now I know Ive officially crossed the age limit between middle age and old age. First let me say I dont drink. Not gonna lie I might have a glass of wine every six months or so when I get that frisky feeling going on. Last night my beautiful niece Brittnee married her prince charming Blake. Im not much of a social butterfly so I get this idea that a drink wouldnt hurt to loosen myself up. Three rum and cokes (which by the way taste better after you manage to get the first one down) and 3 glasses of champagne (which I never knew could taste so good) later I suddenly think Im the Dancing Queen from Abba. Lord I hope there are no pictures of the one step white person dance I thought I was rocking most of the night and from what I hear I was pretend spanking my nephew in law. Not a good sign when the first message you get on facebook is about how fetching you looked while dancing to the the funky cold medina. This could get messy if there is actual picture proof. In addition this morning I wake up and my knees have decided they dont want to work anymore and look like giant honey do melons. LOL old age has certainly set in and I have a feeling it wasnt a pretty picture.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 20:13:46 +0000
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