I can't remember the last time I dumped something on myself and had this much fun. Unless you count that school fundraiser when I drank a bottle of wine and emptied a pitcher of water down the front of my dress. What? All the booze proceeds went to charity!
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Or, if you count the times I've thrown margaritas at my face; aiming for my open mouth. In which case, depending on how many drinks I've thrown, I'll either have lots of fun, or I'll need to lie down and rest my cheek on a cool surface…until the super fun nausea passes.
Looking at this photo gets me thinking I need to start having more good "clean" fun. Like when I started writing this blog. I had fun. Editing photos and stringing words together other than: "GIRLS, STAY AWAY FROM THE POOL! Oh for the love of…WOULD YOU GET...AWAY...FROM...THAT...POOL...NOWWWWW?"
It was all fun until I started writing here with the same intensity I do with almost everything else in my life. I started getting all tense, and I worried if I'm doing it right. Maybe I'm all wrong! Maybe the blog people will want their server space back for the REAL bloggers! They'll be all…Hey, BuenoBaby-hack…go home! And I’ll be all...Fine, but not until cocktail hour!
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You just keep writing, girl. You're in the group of the best of them.