I crashed a class reunion over the weekend.
In my defense, I went from kindergarten through grade 9 with half the graduates of McCutcheon High School, and wanted to see some people I hadn't seen in nearly thirty years. And surprise...apparently I've not changed a great deal!
Several people recognized me right from the moment we laid eyes on each other, while others have changed slightly, but thanks to me snooping through pictures the past several months on FaceBook, I was able to recognize them.
I missed catching up with a few I'd have liked to speak with, but there's always a chance they'll hear about my being there and we'll eventually reunite again. And I still have the dancing bug; it didn't get satisfied at my true reunion, nor was it fulfilled at this one. So right now, I dance in my kitchen whenever I can crank up the volume.
More stories tomorrow; I'm slightly sleep deprived from the weekend and my kids left me a pile of laundry. I'll probably take an afternoon nap between loads!
On a positive note, W had a great time with his grandparents, and helped Grandpa drive the church bus yesterday. He opened doors for everyone and was well behaved. The teens had a fantastic weekend with their dad; K's team actually scored a touchdown; Everyone had a nice relaxing time.
I'm off to catch up on my friends' lives, finish the laundry, and unload my memory card into the computer. Have a good day:)