Amy grudgingly went with me to my 10-year high school reunion this last Saturday. Grudgingly, because there were several friends (I won’t mention names, but one’s initials are Jody Jordan) that vigorously warned us not to go. I understood why they said what they did (and agreed with their opinions in general), but I insisted on going because there were specific people that I was hoping to see. Now that we’ve gone, allow me to give my reaction to the naysayers: “PBBBBBBBT!!!!”
I’ll post more later, but the short of it is that Amy and I sat at the back table with a fellow classmate and dear friend of mine (and her husband) and had a wonderful time. Every once in a while, I actually do know what I’m talking about. 🙂