Usually, when I think of my teenage years, I try to focus on memories that make me smile. Dirty Dancing, big hair, blue eyeshadow, The Go-Go's, or MC Hammer pants.
Sometimes, no matter how I hard I reach for my happy place called "denial," I remember my cringe-worthy moments. Sadly, there is no shortage of moronic moments.
It's true. I was a moron. A big haired, blue eye shadowed, hammer pants wearing moron.
Twenty years later and I still want to offer an apology to anyone that knew me during the moron years.
I'm telling all about it In The Powder Room today. Help a sister out. Meet me there. Tell me your cringe worthy memory.
I'll just be here...watching Dirty Dancing...writing letters of apology.