Awkwardly confident, shamelessly curious, organizationally gifted, inwardly skeptical and (mostly) unapologetic.
My preferred fall sport.
Beware blondes drinking tequila.
Good music is in the pants.
Happy #nationaldogday to all those souls who rescued me.
See, boys and girls, what happens when you practice hard (and wear your lucky striped pants)?
More glitter and costumes than a Rocky Horror Picture Show screening.
The rig and the pants are the loudest things in Coon Rapids tonight.
Three years ago.
The last-known sighting of me with a single strand of white pearls was last century. #tbt
I’d buy this even if the wine sucked.