My sister- mom’s second favorite daughter, mentioned the other day the amount of pictures that my mother-The Fonz, has of us in various states of drunkenness.
I thought, ‘how bad could the pictures be?’ and then she reminded me of a certain trip to Reno where my sister-mom’s second favorite daughter, but in this post only we will call her, THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL was kind enough to get me something to wash my pain medication down with; coke…with Jack Daniels.
It was almost one of the best trips we ever had, except I don’t remember much of it. The only thing that I have to jog my memory is those pictures. I found THOSE pictures tonight.
Yeah, mom has blackmail pictures and I decided after viewing these pictures: MY MOM WILL NEVER HAVE A BLOG.
We need to shut down the “The Fonz Blog” Campaign right here and now.
Yes we drink (my sister and I) and yes we smoke (like a house on fire) and yes we do sing at the top of our lungs and dance like no one is watching. BUT WHY DO WE NEED TO DO THESE THINGS WHEN THAT WOMAN IS TAKING PICTURES OF US!?
There is a picture of me half on bed, half off, shirt up to my neck and i’m laughing like a loon because my sister and I were swing dancing and she got me spinning so fast and in our drunken stooper, she let go. Yeah, it was funny at the time, but I was housed up on Jack Daniels and a whole carton of Marlboro lights!
Kathy, let’s just say it together: “Mom…put away the camera.”
But just in case you don’t believe me, Here you go (and I took a REALLY mild picture to show you what that woman is capable of catching with her damn camera- I think it’s like a sport to her!)