Yeah, I thought neither one of you would mind, but I figured I'd be careful and acknowledge the possibility.
Julie, who was menacing you when that picture was taken?
I had to pose with a clown nose for my friend, and then Richard started making a big deal about getting some photos of me without a clown nose.
I felt like I feel when my mother used to tell everyone what a wonderful voice I had and how, when I was practicing for the 6th grade talent show, she thought I was listening to a tape because she had no idea what a great singer I was. And how I sang a song at a contest in eigth grade and I got the highest mark, never remembering that the judge said she was giving me the benefit of the doubt because I was shy that I could barely squeak out anything. My mother would go on and on and on about this stuff in front of people who knew as well as I knew just what I sounded like. I used to make the same face about that stuff, too.
Also, I was exhausted from working all week. And depressed from the pressure of life.
