Blame it on Heather for sending this to me. I couldn’t NOT share it with you. Just keepin’ it real, people.
Rula Bula, August 2005. The year of skinny thighs.
Cracking me up: the expressions on their faces. One has a smoke to retain his savoir faire, the other is just singing along because, really, what else can she do???
Also? If one single picture could completely encompass all that is ME, this one would be it.
Poor Bill.
(I love you, Heather!!!)
Yep. That’s the Tiff I know and love.
Smooooooooooooch!
How do I do it?
Probably the same way I do.
You’re having a good time–nothin’ wrong with that! I tend to dance alot more after a few drinks, too!
AMEN!
Own your joy.
Not only do I OWN it, I PWN IT.
You are far braver than I. I couldn’t/wouldn’t post a pic of me dancing on the interwebs. No way, no how!
It wasn’t dancing so much as flailing.