Barbie wants to remind you that it’s game day. I’m not sure who she’s rooting for…
Though I don’t have time to write a post since game/snacks/card night is happening at The Compound right now, I can at least dip into the photo archives for a game day in Tuscaloosa back in the Tithonian age.
My parents would be so proud of my posture! 😉
Becks launching the finger … I am shocked… SHOCKED! I can’t believe this photo even exists.
That’s our Becky, self-deprecating humor with attitude. What I can’t believe is I took this photo.
It’s possible you didn’t take the photo, but you were certainly there. I don’t know who put the
beerbeverage on my head. I’m still holding my own glass.OMG… I thought that was some sort of pledge hat you had to wear… you were beering and launching… my world is shattered.
Somebody stuck their beer on my head. That’s probably what provoked the hand gesture.
I’m sure I was drinking tea made from leaves kissed by a thousand hummingbirds and unicorns.
It could be the only one of its kind. Stupid paparazzi.
I believe that language was developed in the Kimmeridgian Age when I went to school. 😉
Trailblazer!
I have to commend you on your great poise. Most of todays college girls would have ended up with a brew soaked partying dress.
Thank you. Regretfully, my posture is no longer that good. Too many years at a keyboard.