Welcome back old friend... it has been too long. Fashion not function has kept us apart, until now. Yes, my dear accomplice in crime, Joni & I ventured out to Lagoon. No, we weren't going for the sake of our children dragging along our dutiful husbands or attempting to revisit our junior high days in cut-off acid washed jean shorts... we were going for us. One year shy of the big 30 and I have no shame. I love riding roller coasters! There I said it. The cat is out of the bag and this mom got out of the house! Perhaps I enjoy indulging in such risk taking behavior because I can scream at the top of my lungs and it's not directed at my children. Maybe I like the sensation of potentially wetting my pants and throwing up all in the same moment and it's not a wicked pregnancy side effect. No matter the reason, I tapped into my inner teenager with big bangs, braces and buds for breasts. I zipped my identity of wife, mother and public servant into my trusty black leather fanny pack and spent the day kicking it old school. I may not have come home at 1 am with cotton candy in my hair, but for a few hours I was alive!
2 comments:
Well done on the writing. Even Chip was impressed!! This is the best written blog I've read. I'd give you a nobel prize for this entry. What's even better was to witness and share the fanny pack first hand. FYI--Never take a back pack to Lagoon!!!
April!!! I'm so glad to see your beautiful face : ) Looks like things are going well. Keep up the blogging!
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