It really wasn't Prom it was the
RE/MAX awards banquet.
Its a chance to put on your fancy clothes and wine and dine
among other Realtors with their fancy clothes on.
Where o where did the time go!
Aren't we cute?
Check out our hands we have
each others class ring on.
Your probably saying to yourself
"whats up with the hair?"
His excuse is it was the 70's
My excuse is... I did go to a stylish salon
and request an up do.
Something soft and beautiful.
Maybe with some little wispy curls
on the side, you know the kind that look
a little messy but also sexy?
Well what I ended up with was a
Even I knew that wasn't good.
The minute I got home and stepped in the door my
younger brother sees me,
right in the middle of my prom hair emotional breakdown,
he starts laughing and poking fun at me.
(Little brothers can be such a pain that way.)
I couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough.
I jerked out all 300 Bobbie pins
and hit the shower.
I then took the blow dryer to it.
Pulled it back in a few barrettes and off to prom I went.
(Makes you wonder why he ever asked me to marry him huh?)
"IT'S A GOOD LIFE"