My normally scheduled post will not occur today as I will be flying up to my 25th high school reunion alone and I need time to categorize and pack my anxieties. And also to prepare the house to not go up in flames while I’m gone. This is a long and involved process, requiring all of my concentration and stomach meds. I’m sure you understand.
I will return on Monday…unless my plane goes down in flames, or the kitchen at the brewery explodes and I’m killed by a flying pint glass, which, come to think of it, isn’t a bad way to go…the pint glass, not the plane crash…but only if the pint glass hits me in the back of the head so that it doesn’t ruin my make up. I want to look decent for the paramedics and then for Hubs when he has to identify me. That’s important.
Please make sure that Hubs remarries someone who is kind but completely unattractive. Someone the kids will love, but never as much as they love me.
I hope your anxieties have nothing to do with your classmates because we all love you!! 🙂
And I love you back! No, my anxieties have to do with traveling without the family…and being semi-crazy.
Omg–how fun! You’re going to have a great time! The house will not go up in flames, and the plane won’t crash, but pints of beer may fly. Fun!!
Pints of beer did fly, though none into the back of my head, which was nice. It was fun.
Kelly, Have been immersed in a project and have not read recent postings til now–love that you’re going to a reunion! i love reunions! have fun!!!!! everyone’s going to freak about how great you look!! got a rockin’ body and your face is virtually unlined! ENJOY the attention and praise!!!–so, I didn’t realize you are on Twitter now–your tweets are great!! Very fun. You rock, girlie! xo, Courtney
I love you, Courtney! I have to say that there were some good looking women at this reunion! People have aged well.
Will do. Have fun, but don’t die.
I didn’t die! But I did it a massive donut with bacon on it so I may be speaking too soon.
“I need time to categorize and pack my anxieties.” Laugh out loud poetry in ten words or less. Have THE BEST time. Mine’s next summer. =)
Thanks. Have fun at yours! I did have a great time. Totally worth a plane trip.
Wow. I’m afraid of reunions. You’re a brave woman.
This was a small reunion and beer was promised so I felt like it was the one to go to.
You are such a good blogger. I just cut class and then try to make excuses for it later…
Have fun at your reunion! If the evening starts to look rough, just remember you are funnier than everyone else in the room.
Ha! I did have fun. Luckily I was not the only person present with a sense of humor or I might have had to drink quite a bit more beer.
Good! I am so glad! By the way, Alice called me Fathead on Saturday. Okay, not exactly. But she did tell The Dada my head was bigger “this way” while separating her hands horizontally. Same thing, right?
Yes! It’s because you have a big brain.
It was fun and yes some of us have aged better than others…and by “us” I mean you! 😉
I think there was a direct correlation between who has aged well and who is happy. The happy people aged better. Did it seem that way to you too?
you realize this is completely hilarious… xo, sm
sometimes irrational anxieties are.