Well I did it. I sent in my check for my 20th high school reunion. There's no turning back. The above picture is of me a few years ago when I had time to take care of myself and exercise. If I still looked like that I would feel great about going to the reunion. Hint: after a baby and no time to exercise I don't look that good anymore. I will just have to trust that people will see beyond my appearance and well...they won't. So I just have to get really drunk and try not to give a shit as I enter what Laurie Notaro calls the "wicked, unforgiving terrain of nostalgia".
And besides, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
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