Balloons did the trick, one attached to each arm, two more tied on to my swollen ankles,
and thanks to a stout wind I was on my way up. I tried to wave to the crowd below,
but the motion caused a disruption in the airflow and briefly I found myself wobbling
precariously. Acknowledging the accolades would have to wait until I mastered control.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
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I thought the picture was hilarious.
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The picture made me smile!
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I thought it was a hoot.
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