The time comes in every person's life where they have to face what they've become and decide....whether or not they will attend their high school reunion. Their twenty year reunion.
Me: "My high school reunion is coming. Eeeeeeee!"
Hub: "Why is there yelling right now?"
Me: "I can't go. I was supposed to a triathlete or a superhero or a ninja!"
Hub: "Your school had some weird 'most likely' categories."
Me: "NO! That's what I say I'm supposed to be. I still have some of my pregnancy weight. I can't fly carrying these extra pounds!"
Hub: "That's...a totally sane line of reasoning."
Me: "Says the man whose life goal is get carded when he's 40."
Hub: "MY LIFE WILL BE A SUCCESS IF THAT HAPPENS!"
Me: "Whatever. I'm going to look for my Spanx-girdle-thing and get a manicure."
Hub: "It will be fine."
Me: "If it isn't, I'm going to drink until it's awesome."
Hub: "I'm sure that will, er, help."
These are the conversations I'm having instead of writing blog posts for you. Very important freakouts about whether or not I will make a fool of myself in front of people I haven't seen in twenty years and won't see for another twenty. We haven't even left yet and I'm already starting to remember what high school was like.
Fuck it. Sometimes you just have to walk in like "I'm the coolest thing in here!" and then depending on how that goes, drink. This is my new theme song for the upcoming festivities:
Everything is better with Star Trek.
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