I had the bestest day. A really, really awesome day at work, no less! I don't really know why. It just felt good. Everyone was in such a great mood. Lots and lots of laughter. Maybe it was the cool air that smacked them in the face the minute they opened the door. Maybe it was my witty and charming self (not!). Perhaps it was simply because today is Friday. I don't know why, but it rocked!
My friend, The Stalker, is in town for a few days. She'll be attending her high school reunion tomorrow night. She graduated a year before I did, so basically, we know a lot of the same people. But I don't "reunion".
I just...well...I don't care. I'm not out to impress someone with my resume, which is strangely lacking due to all the years of momminess. My nearly non-existent writing career isn't much to write home about and I'm fat. My hair is turning gray. My greatest accomplishment is my children and the fact that I'm still married to the same guy nearly twenty-two years later really doesn't mean much if you're trying to keep up with the Joneses.
Cept, I'm not. Cause I don't care.
But, I've gotten off topic.
Anyway, Stalker is going to her reunion and when a lady at the gym mentioned that she was supposed to attend her reunion tomorrow also I couldn't help but ask which high school.
You guessed it, she and I did attend the same school. Weird huh?
It wasn't until she brought her yearbook in from her car that we could truly place each other.
Man, I totally had Farrah hair back then. Wavy, big, brown, Farrah hair.
Somehow, I think Farrah would be proud of my rockin' big hair.
Everyone at the club had a good laugh with the two of us as we compared notes about who was married, divorced, or still mean after all these years.
Other ladies started sharing about their reunions or lack thereof. It was fun to listen to their stories and I think everyone felt the way that I did: uplifted.
I still don't know why really. What I do know is that we live on a small rock in a huge universe. You just never know who you'll run into.