I once smacked the crap out of a grade-school chum because she sat in my seat and wouldn’t move and I wound up in the principal’s office. No, that’s not it.**
I used to sneak booze from the cabinet as a teenager when I was home alone. This probably explains my aversion to vodka. Nope, not that one either.**
I lied about where I was going and went to a Metallica concert the night before a big high school final exam. This explains my familiarity with…never mind. No, no, no.**
The payoff for making the Pocahontas costume for The Diva’s class project was totally worth the angst and vile language I spewed with abandon. Yep, that’s the one!
Here she is, all Pocahontas’d up…
And, of course, we had to have feathers. See, Sally, the feathers are pointed down!
Will I ever make another costume? God willing, no but since I know He has a sense of humor, the answer’s probably yes.
And now for the disclaimer: all “**” stuff was someone else’s confessions. I’d never pull that crap.