Do you want to hear a funny blonde moment? OK, you might think it's funny, but it's probably more embarrassing than anything (for me, at least). A few weeks ago, I bought a scratch-off lottery ticket called "The Weekly Grand." The object is to scratch off 3 GRAND symbols and you win $1,000 a week for 20 years. My ticket revealed 3 $4 symbols and the back of the ticket indicates that $4 is a prize to win a week for 20 years, which comes out to be $4160 or some variation of a smaller annuity as a lump sum. So I called the lottery office this afternoon and explained my ticket. I said, "Can I just get that in one lump sum instead of spreading it out over 20 years?" The guy said, "No. You just won $4 and you can take that back to the place where you bought the ticket and can just cash it in there."
Yeah. I'm a natural blonde. Never colored my hair, at least not on purpose. It turned green after swimming in a pool when I was 10 and my mom tried to highlight it to get the green out. I have an IQ of 155 and used to work for NASA. I am telling you: the back of that lottery ticket is ambiguous!! Of course none of that matters because as I'm telling this story, you're thinking of how blonde I am. Well, you're right.
The night started off normal enough with a happy hour birthday celebration for my friend, Anne, and some friends. This is the girls' pic. The guys were too busy playing washers. It was also my brother's birthday, so I filled up on Crown and diet Cokes for the first of the night. Sometime later after a few beers, some midnight pizza, a game of "I Never" among other responsible professionals, a game of flip cup that never got off the ground, a dance party in a living room and a safe drive home, I hit the resistance bands at around 3:30 am.
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