You may want to read this post first. Or not. Whichever way you want your kite to fly.
On the topic of my 15 year highschool reunion:
- I'm still musing over the way that Facebook has utterly and definitively changed the entire dynamic of the mysterious reunion phenomena. I didn't feel nearly as apprehensive about going and showing my crows' feet to a group of people that hadn't seen me since waving my fresh 18 year old face goodbye several years ago, seeing as they've seen my pictures and profile stuff floating around the net for some time now. My crows' feet are old news in cyberspace. What has kept me snickering since Saturday, though, are the people who have been sticking pictures on Facebook that are.most.definitely.not.them. You can't post a picture 2 Thursdays ago of a buxom bombshell wearing a teensy two-piece on a beach in Key West and then show up to your reunion sporting love-handles and skin the color of baby powder. You just can't. We're smarter than that. Really. We are.
- For those of you who wondered.....I think the carcass was dog related. Not that I got close enough to perform a complete inspection. But, regardless of its used-to-be, I do think that our dog, Lucky, was the culprit. Not of the homicide. But of the carting it up to the house and plopping it front and center in my yard. I'm going to pretend that he was trying to gift me with treasure. I'm also going to pretend that I don't gag every time I think about it.
On the topic of Solo cups:
- We've now graduated to a package of 1000 plastic straws. $1.99. You betcha.