A Half Hour a Day

So, tomorrow night is the big twentieth high school reunion. I’m pretty proud of myself…I fought the urge to color my hair, have a facial, and do the 10-day-get-into-shape-workout. I’m going “as is” in all my twenty years older glory. 🙂

I did buy a new outfit for the occasion. Not an easy accomplishment since everything is either 70’s retro, spaghetti strappy, or maternity/peasant looking. I did settle for a cute skirt and black top, with some strappy sandles. Nothing earth shatteringly elegant, but a bit updated from what’s hanging in my closet nonetheless. I may go so far as paint my toenails…if I have time.

My dear friend (I’ll call him Date Man) and I are going together, since Date Man’s wife can’t leave their three children in Chicago to join him, and my wonderful Zan is staying home with our three so I can “relax” and enjoy the evening. Date Man and I figure there’s strength in numbers, and between the two of us we should be able to remember at least half our classmates names. 🙂 I’ll let you know how it goes. Wish us luck!