Oh man am I getting old. My 10 year high school reunion is set for the end of this month. Ten years!!! I simply can’t believe it. First the grey hairs, now this. It’s all moving too quickly for me.

The worst part is that the reunion is going to be held on the beach in winter. That’s right, we were advised to wear sweat pants and sweat shirts. Yes, this is how I want to be remembered by the classmates, clad in an old pair of sweats. I was all set to draw on the power of my boots and now I’ve been denied.

Even worse, it looks like Kevin won’t be coming with me so I’ll have to brave the event alone. Due to a very hectic work load, my hubby will be MIA. I’m secretly hoping we find some last minute super cheat airfare and he came come too. Of course, I bet he’s secretly hoping it doesn’t happen. After all, he’s looking at a weekend without me to boss him around and make him do chores and other icky stuff. Not a bad deal really. Just Kevin, the poocheese, and the computer.

I am, however, looking forward to going home. It’s been forever and I simply can’t pass up the chance to see a pregnant Suzy. From the pictures I’ve seen, she looks ready to pop and she has still go three months to go.

Maybe I can figure out a way to wear my boots with my sweats. Yeah, that’s the ticket….