The other day we were waiting in line for 15 minutes with no end in sight to see something Chinesey when I had the most amazing idea!
Hey, do you see my fanny pack? Do you think it helps me look 70? So do the locals. Ah, the locals. I'm lying to them. I say I'm 70. They believe me. Thanks, fanny pack.
As I was getting ushered to the front of a line at something, I looked back at my friends and yelled, "See ya later, you purse-wearing DORKS!"
The last thing I remember seeing before everything went black was Miss Joan running towards me all angry-like.
I woke up like this:
(Enter my favorite daughter's giveaway going on on her blog right now. Tell 'em 70 year old Con-Con sent ya.)