Recent Musings. . .
Bubblicious!
January 11th, 2010
Apparently when I was about 6 I got drunk under the table at my cousin’s wedding. My parents found me under there with a bottle of champagne and bubbles on my lips, hiccupping. I was tying my cousin’s husband’s shoestrings together, mightily amusing myself. It was one of those “lost” weekends. It sounded like I had fun, but I don’t remember. What is it about bubbles that demand amnesia? Such playful little creatures should be remembered fondly, but alas, they always pop and blow away. Oh well. There are always more bubbles.
