Thursday – Class of '87

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my 20th high school class reunion that I went to last Friday. I was pleasantly surprised, and can say that I had fun. I almost didn't, because I almost didn't go. Even as I was driving out to drop my son off at my father's house, I debating turning around and going back home. Perhaps it was because my motivation for going was less than noble. I wasn't looking forward to seeing old friends and catching up. I wasn't planning to reminisce about days of past glory. I was going for one reason and one reason only: I wanted to see who got fat and ugly. For this reason and no other, I shaved my legs and arranged for my son's grandparents to watch him.

( A wallflower corsage )