They don't call that stuff "to-kill-ya" for nothing.

I have no idea what possessed me but at my annual summer party, I indulged a bit in the tequila drinking department. Somewhere I read that tequila was the "good" alcohol to drink because it had fewer calories. I conveniently rationalized that since it was made from a plant, it could be construed as a vegetable as well. (Loose interpretation-- but I ran with it).

Thanks to this liquid vegetable, my grown kids can no longer call me an old fuddy-duddy. I went from Martha Graham dancing to full on Radio City Rockettes in a matter of minutes. I even threw in a little Karaoke. It was so much fun.

One of my daughters filmed a bit of it on her cellphone. Sorry, NOT posting it here.

"Keep it off You Tube, honey" I barked from the dance floor.

"Alive at 55" I heard her proudly mutter.

That's for damn sure, but the next morning, as I stared at my oatmeal, I couldn't help but wonder if they saw my granny panties?