That woman is all in, friends~heart and soul and fierce and festive buffalo earrings~that's right, buffalo earrings~kind of all in. Heart pound and two fingered kiss throw. That's me showin' you some love, lady. Take it all in. Oh, yeah. This is your day. You are FAMOUS NOW! BLUE AND SHOE KIND OF FAMOUS! And guess what. Now? If you google your name? It'll come up linked to this blog! And who doesn't want THAT?
So, big, fat long story in my head, but short and sweet on the blog~I wore tennis shoes to the school...............................with a skirt.
I don't know if I know who I am anymore, either. Can I even call myself Princess Lisa forever more? Cuz as far as I know, flowery, dainty Auroras do NOT wear tennis shoes...even when they actually play tennis! And now I have an eye twitch. And I'm not certain that the two are related, but come on...how could they NOT be?
Plus, another not-so-charming thing is that there is a B.O. funk dripping off of me. Almost like I'm wearing onions for earrings. On account of they were roasting/crock potting onions for said Mountain Man Rendezvous. And I think it might be against the law to crock pot onions. Pretty sure I saw it on T.V...or I read it somewhere...or I made it up. Whatever. You guys never believe me.
So let's break this down. I wore tennis shoes and a flowy skirt and reek of B.O.~also, worked at a Mountain Man Rendezvous with an average of 30 children round my knee at any given moment. All we're missing is a long braid and ENORMOUS bangs, and we're right back to that intriguing sister wife reference from yesterday.
Great. Maybe we have more in common than I thunk.