I'm laying in bed...trying to talk myself into getting out of it and Sicilee walks in. She goes to the bathroom and starts blow drying her hair. This is what I see...
ahhh...my mind instantly takes me to another place. First, high school...
It's homecoming week.
You know..."SPIRIT WEEK"...where you dress up a different way, every day.
Well it was "clash day".
I won the prize. I knew how to clash and my roommate at college, Camille, was a cheerleader. She was in charge of spirit week. I sort of recall winning a marshmallow toss challenge for our class wearing my "clash" outfit. I wish I had a picture of it. I think it was something like a blue and green striped shirt with pink and white polka dot overalls...anyway she was always so proud of me and would retell the story all the time about how I was the only one in high school who knew how to clash.
(help me out, Camille)
sooo...
I sit up straight in bed!
SCREAM!
SICILEE!!!
IS IT CLASH DAY???
She ended up changing her shirt...
This is Camille and I at college reenacting "Clash Day". Yikes.
