I went to my high school reunion last weekend. What a trip! Caught up with some old friends, which was really nice. Most people looked really good. We’re aging pretty well. Saw a trophy wife or two (whose husbands we’re definitely NOT trophy material themselves). And the “barbies” are still barbies. My guess is that it costs quite a bit to remain a “barbie”, and personally, I’m happy just being me! The food was so-so, the desert even less so, and no-one wanted to play the stupid games they tried to play. We were all too busy gabbing with one another. For the most part, it was a damn good time. (Do you like how I through that “damn” in there? If only I could manage a good F-bomb!) The funniest thing is, though, that my kid goes to my Alma Mater! What a hoot!
Now, lets try for that PG rating!
Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!!!!!
