Tagged Again!

I've never been happier for our house fire.

I've been tagged (by Flea) to share my Prom Night (photos and all) with you, but the fire that ate all of Son #1's baby videos also ate my yearbooks and high school memories....

So, suffice it to say, I'm sure I wore a Gunne Sax, and my hair was feathered, in a very unbecoming way and oh, I'm pretty sure I was sunburned because that's the way I did things. The day before any important date (ie: High School graduation), my girlfriends and I would dump Hawaiian Tropic baking oil all over our bodies and then bask in the sun for hours.

I went with a friend, after breaking some kids' heart (he was the new cute guy and asked me-- when there were all of these girls drooling over him-- but a few nights on the phone I discovered, sadly, he was dumber than a box of rocks). I tried to explain to him that there were lots of girls that wanted to go with him, and that I just really didn't want to go.
To my Senior Prom.
Yeah.
Truth was, I liked Jim. I always liked Jim. I thought I would marry Jim one day when he finally realized I liked him. (He never did figure it out...)
So, I went with Dave. Who liked Lori. Always liked Lori. Everyone thought he'd marry Lori, but apparently after his mission, HE didn't think he'd marry Lori.
Lori and Jim were on an ill-planned baseball trip that caused many of the High School Seniors (baseball players and cheerleaders) to miss their Senior Prom.
So Dave and I danced and watched the clock for when the buses would return. The rest of the evening was spent in a home with too many teenagers watching movies.
Think Eighties.
That was me.
And since there's no proof disputing it, I was gorgeous.

I'd like to see Kellan's Prom.... Love to see Holly's too, but I am NOT tagging her. She HATES memes.

Happy Memorial Weekend everyone! I'm wishing you tons of joy and time with families, all privileges brought to you (and me) by our Veterans. Do me a favor and thank the next military person you see.