So we were off to the big 20 year high school reunion! Imagine. 20 years! I was freaked that everyone would think I'd done nothing. So I told everyone that we invented Post-It notes. No wait...That was Romy & Michele's High School Reunion...
So there I was, practicing in a mirror before the event... Hi. I'm, uh, I'm an editor. Mm-hmm...and I...and I...test-market positive thinking. I lead a weekend women's group, we specialize in ritual killings. Yeah, you look great! God, yeah! Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you? Hi, I'm Amy Norred, you remember me? I'm married, I don't have any kids, but I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough... No wait...That was Grosse Point Blank...
The big reunion was an interesting milepost, and I had a lovely time with my dates, but there weren't any great stories...no one pretended to invent Post-It Notes...to the best of my knowledge there were no assassins there...no one arrived in a helicopter... As my husband often reviews, "It was fun enough."
In honor of the big milestone, we went up to the old homestead and recreated our graduation day picture, sans green gowns. The little tree behind has been removed, but otherwise not much had changed.
Yea Class of '89! :)
I SWEAR you can't write this stuff. As we left our little hometown festival Saturday night, I spied this little bit of art. 
1 comments:
So much fun my friend! So much fun!!! So glad you found that nugget of Americana: Rainier beer in a can. Now that's a party! I especially LOVE the white pumps I was wearing for our graduation photo. I know all are jealous and I am bringing them back because of it. So HAH!!!!
Stacey :-)
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