

The best of times...
Well, that was then and this is now...
So 2006 marks my ten years since graduating high school. I loved high school (the draama, the cute boys, and the chearleading squad), but I love my life now ten years later a whole hell of alot better. I've grown up and become the woman I knew I could be. Plus, I have my own credit cards...isn't that best part of being an adult? Shh...don't tell the ATM he thought he confiscated them all after the last package from Neiman's arrived this week.
Anyway, there was a big hullabaloo recently about a high school reunion and the truth is - the thought of it makes my skin crawl. What's the point? High school reunions are never like they are in the movies and having one would be a complete waste of time. Why? Because it's not like I don't care about my old classmates...but if we really cared that much about each other we would've kept in touch like we promised. Sad to say, that when I packed up the family caravan and headed north to where I reside today I pretty much left the Shore and my classmates behind except for the ones that I knew would be my friends forever and here they are (minus just a few EHS alums who I still keep in touch with and still consider very near and dear to my heart.)
So class of 1996 reunion - MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!! Better than a movie..
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