Even the rotten ones who throw expensive cell phones in toilets, m'kay?
Happy Monday, friends. Only five more days until the weekend!
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Hey, did I mention that my 10 year high school reunion was last week? I didn't?
Hallelujah and amen. It's over.
Just kidding! See, here's the thing. I go home to Great Bend and I hide at my parent's house. I don't go to the grocery store. I don't hang out at the bar. I park on the other side at Sonic, just in case I see somebody I know. (What? Your home town Sonic doesn't have a cool side?) So the idea of specifically traveling 3 hours to make small talk with people from high school was FREAKING ME OUT. FOR REALS.
Overall it was fine. Seriously. I got my panties in a bunch for no good reason. My only complaint is that the DJ sucked and I felt like THE MOM of the group who complained about the too loud music. TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN RIGHT NOW!
Most of the conversations involved four things: who you married, where you live, where you work, and if you have kids. Good news for me, I've got the basics covered. It helps that I have a blog that was mentioned no less than 10 times. Thanks for reading, friends from high school.
I got to see two of my oldest and bestest friends, Jana and Megan. We spent a good portion of the weekend together and had lots of fun. I am excited because after spending 10 years in Chicago, Megan (and Scott and baby E) have moved back to Kansas. Jana is also expecting baby #2. I'm so glad that I've kept real (not just on Facebook) touch with them.
Matt was a trooper through the whole thing. He told me that I looked good. He made small talk. He refilled my drink. He took the pictures that we all laughed about. Most importantly, he took the 'old balls' jokes like a man. I'm so glad that he was at my side the whole time.
So there you go. I survived my 10 year high school reunion.
I probably won't be back in Great Bend until the holidays. If you happen to see me at Sonic, feel free to wave.
I'll be on the cool side.
My new shorts touch my knees. They sit at my natural waist. And the best part? The best, best part? MY SHORTS HAVE AN ELASTIC WAISTBAN
Matt's thrilled, as you can imagine, with my new shorts. If he had a choice, he'd totally take elastic waistband Mom shorts over see-thru nightgowns any day.
We act surprised every single time he pops out from under the napkin.
We do what we can to save this Earth.
I totally think my boys are worth it.