was the year I graduated from High School.
And the year I moved out on my own.
The year I turned 18.
(All in that order)
Apparently, the fact that I paid my own way was very obvious in my ability to afford decent clothes.
And, for some crazy reason I thought that bright red lipstick made me sexier! Go figure.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane Kathy. I will forgive you for this post. How could you ever know that I’ve had much therapy trying to forget these better times of my life.