My 25th high school reunion was not a bit throw-uppy. Also, as it turns out, I’m a party animal.
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
Last night we had open house at Zoe’s high school and it’s taken me a couple of hours to find my way back to 2008.