I dreamed last night that I was at my 20th High School Reunion (which is this year), and everyone there, male and female, looked like 20-year-old supermodels.
I also dreamed that my ex-husband, his wife, and MY kids were living with MY mother (who died in 1995), and that my kids' stepmom was the daughter my mother always dreamed of having.
I'm glad I woke up.
No more pepperoni before you go to bed.
Good tip, but I only had a SlimFast bar and a pear for dinner.
Maybe I was hungry...
Damn woman, what a nightmare! You sure you're not taking Chantix?
Nope. Maybe it's PMS? Or just stress...?
Whoooowee! That was a doozy! Sounds like you feel inadequate and that you fall short of everyone else's high standards. Trust me on this one: you're giving everyone else WAY too much credit. Besides, you're fabulous -- all the cool kids say so! How could anyone less than a wonderful woman turn out a human being as refined and superb as Silver? She's superlative, and she gets a whole bunch of that from her ma.
Reunions-- take 'em or leave 'em. Plus, if it's going to stress you out, then just don't go, and spend your reunion money on something wonderful for yourself-- maybe a trip to Dallas?
What a fantabulous idea! It's not that I'm all hot to go to my reunion, but I do want to see Berlin. I haven't been back there since my Mom was dying in 1995, and my kids naturally don't remember anything from that trip.
However, Berlin isn't going anywhere, and my kids will probablly appreciate it more the older they are. Well, it's something to think about, anyway.
Silver is pretty darn special, thanks for noticing! If you knew Thing 1 and Thing 2, you'd like 'em too.
How could I misspell "probably"?
Probably because I just woke up and don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
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