Slouching Teenager at Heart

Once upon a time, many years ago, I was in the car with my parents and some of my younger cousins. I was relegated to the back middle seat, squished between three other kids. Younger Cousin Jennifer said to me, "Leanne, you sit up really straight. It's weird."


"Nuh uh!" I protested, for I had always suspected that I was a typical teenage sloucher.


"Yeah you do!" she retorted. And her little sister promptly agreed.


Hrrrumph. I spent the rest of the trip intentionally scrunching down in my seat.


And then this week, I came across a (very fuzzy) picture of me from Emily's birthday celebration last weekend. It was after 11 p.m. and several margaritas. Dear Cousin of mine, I'm sorry I ever doubted you.














In other weird Me news, I go to the bathroom more frequently than the pregnant woman who sits across from me. I have a bladder the size of a ping pong ball.

Oh hush...you're not really offended by my over-sharing. In fact, chances are if you know about my blog, you've probably already made fun of me at one point in time or another about my mini-bladder.