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Reunions

I have been invited to a casual college reunion this Sunday where I am going to see old friends from 23 years ago. Next week I have my 25th high school class reunion where I will, again, see old friends from days of yore.

Remember when I was 18-22, anybody? I was pretty darn darling. I was all of 100 lbs on a bad day, had hair to heaven, shoulder pads, coordinating fuscia earrings for my bright button down shirt with a tie, and insensible shoes. Really, really cute.

The questions I pose are as follows:

Do I dig up those leg warmers/shoulder pads, earrings, and too-big-sweater? I know I won't be able to fit into the pin strip pants.

How do I rat my hair to stand up like that again?

Can I borrow someone's perky chest? I can't find mine.

Oh, there it is! It was hiding at my belly button.

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  1. FoursonsJuly 30, 2009 at 11:27 AM

    *Sigh* The bodies of our youth just were not appreciated enough! (Although I'd give my left arm to have just 1 of your skinny thighs!)

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  2. One Mother's MuseJuly 30, 2009 at 6:26 PM

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  3. The JensenitesJuly 30, 2009 at 9:34 PM

    I want to see a picture - of you in your bushy hair and shoulder pads.

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  4. The MomJuly 31, 2009 at 8:46 AM

    Take some pictures, I want to see how it goes!

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