Pictures Please

*I wrote this blog post last night to post this morning. Not fixing it all. Enjoy.

My husband took me to dinner this evening at a delicious Mexican restaurant. It was yummy. Lots of cheese...

He also thought it would be "fun" to get us both margaritas.

"Fun" changed to "OMG, never again" once he realized that I don't drink. Ever. For a reason...or 6.

I'm obnoxious. I didn't even drink much of it. Like maybe a few sips. But it was apparently strong...really, really stronggggg. And because I don't drink, ever, it has hit me pretty hard.

I don't like to drink because it makes me feel out of control and I start to worry that something bad will happen and I will have a horrible reaction time. Plus, what's the point? I always end up with a headache...not worth it.

I drove my husband nuts. I'm actually still driving him nuts since this episode happened approximately 15 minutes ago.

Here's an example of tipsy Danielle:

Jalon: "Do you want to go to Dairy Queen and get a treat before heading home?"
Me: "DUDE! That sounds awesome. I'm so in. Ice creeeeeeaaaaaammmmm...."
Jalon: "Woah...you probably don't need to drink ever again."
Me: "I'm FINE! I don't feel A THING! AM I SHOUTING? I CAN'T TELL ANYMORE."
Jalon: "I can't take you anywhere..."
Me: "I want a chocolate shake thing."
Jalon: "I forgot they had Orange Julius here."
Me: "YUM. That sounds sooooo good. Is there milk in them? We should ask. I think there's dairy inside that. Dairy inside a Dairy Queen...imagine that. Orange juice and milk do NOT sound like a good combo. I wonder who came up with that idea. Bad idea. Still sounds good. I'm getting one next time. DID YOU JUST SEE THAT PICTURE THROUGH THE DRIVE THROUGH WINDOW?! WOW that's hilarious.* Ask that guy what's in an Orange Julius. I need to know."
Jalon: "You're drunk. And I think it's just a frozen Orange Juice."
Me: "I'm not even a little. Happiestly Anniversary to you too. And it's your fault. I was going to get a lemonade. And frozen Orange Juice sounds like the best idea ever."

*The picture was a girl, with a huge grin, using an orange cut in half to cover her eyes. It made me laugh, loudly.

And I'm still feeling a little tipsy which is why some of this may or may not be true. I can't remember anymore. It was fun. Lots of cheese. Like, on my burrito thing. I think it was swimming in it...

Because I'm feeling goofy, I decided to share some goofy pictures of me, while I'm feeling goofy enough to not be embarrassed by these. Feel free to laugh. I can't hear you anyway.

So, P can officially be for Picture day. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. I'm sorry about that. I'm too tipsy to write something worth reading.

Baby Picture.

I'm not sure why I look so startled.

I'm guessing my parents clapped and it scared the crap out of me.

Or maybe the giant flash of light blinded me like a deer caught in headlights.

Look, how adorable.

Little pumpkin head with the disappearing eyes.

My giant cheeks ate my eyes again!

I've had this problem for years.

Every time I've had to take a picture, the camera person says, "Open your eyes now."

Dude...that is open.

Back off.

I have a fluffy face.

Seriously. I'm sporting a mullet.

I have nothing to say except, "Thanks Mom!"

Although, it was the 80's, so she was just keeping me in style.

I'm the one with the attitude.

Want to know why I had attitude in this picture?

I can remember the exact detail that made me so pissed.

We were at Wisconsin Dells and I wanted to go down the water slides.

If you've ever been to Wisconsin Dells you know that you really ONLY go there for the water parks.

The water parks there are EPIC. At least, that's what my memory tells me.

Anyway, I really, really, really wanted to go to a water park.

But nooooooo.....

Because my sister was too little, she ruined it.

She ruined it all.

Until about 10 minutes later when I got over it.

I look fluffy and old.

Where did I get dressed that day?

My Grandpas closet?

Nice...thanks for letting me dress myself.

Apparently, my great clothing choices started at a young age.

 

Like the shirt?

The colors are spectacular.

And it was corduroy.

And my hair?

I did it.

All by myself.

Even the bangs. I was so proud of those bangs.

 

This shirts pattern reminds me of something...

Source:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/p/toys-games-peef-bear-plush/16187283?ean=9780931674341

 

This was from Glamour Shots.

I felt like a model that day.

When we walked through the door, I immediately saw this jacket and knew I had to wear it.

In fact, I think I tried to get my mom to buy me one just like it.

Sequins and stars? Most popular girl, here I come.

I'm going to guess that's the reason I was never popular.

Because I never had a jacket like that...figures.

This is what happens when you combine alcohol and hair dye.

Not together in that sense...I mean as in...forget it.

Just don't.

Don't do this. Ever.

I actually blend in with the wall.

You probably want to know why I have that expression on my face?

But really, it's just my face.

Since it was our anniversary, I had to dig out a wedding photo.

This is one of my favorites.

The garter removal.

Awkward...

 

Stay tuned.

Things can only go up from here.