That’s Honey and my new names. (He’s Older!)
So, D turned 10 today. Yeah. My “baby” is a decade old. Holy shit!
Oh wait, I’m not done with the “you know you’re an old fart when ___” news…
My high school class’ 20th reunion is this summer. Maybe. No one seems to know when or where it is, but the pot is starting to stir so hopefully more info will be coming soon. I didn’t go to the first two. Too soon.
I’ve been pestering all my old friends like mad to go because I want to make sure I have at least one friend there, besides the one I married, only now that things are moving forward my old frenemy Anxiety has come back to visit. I am seriously starting to freak out. None of my motivational speeches are working on myself.
After all this time, after all I’ve been through and how much I’ve grown it still comes down to, “I’m still fat!”
Will anyone really be glad I came? Tom, Dick and Harry were real assholes to me. I can forgive, but am I opening myself up for more?
I think I’m feeling a little more important than I really am. No one will think twice about me, we’ll all enjoy eachother’s company, awkwardness will ensue when trying to remember who is who or place names with faces, and it will be a great weekend.
So why does it have to be so scary?