Throwback to the days when I used to wear my wedding dress everywhere: around the house, at football parties, in Vegas, on stage . . .
Been thinking it might be time to break it out again.
Of course, it probably smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and cat piss. But hey, if that doesn't trigger the love receptor in your brain, I don't know what will.
Me at the Hidden House circa My Wedding Dress Phase
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.