So last night Ubes was working late and the kids were in bed and so I should have been doing laundry and dishes and stuff, but of course I was on Facebook. In my own defense I did scrub a toilet and wash my bathroom rugs. So there. Oh and I started the dishwasher.
So naturally after all of that I was exhausted and needed to rest. I am getting old after all.
And you know how I know I am getting old? My twenty year reunion is coming up. I know, I know. We have already discussed this but this is my blog and I feel like talking about it again. Mmmkay?
I am pretty much decided that I am NOT going. Dee won't go with me. Even if I beg. A few people have asked me on FB if I am going and I keep saying no. It's a week after we get back from the cruise and I am just not sure I want to spend the money because it's crazy expensive. And if it were not for FB I would not be in touch with ANY of these people. Except for Dee, of course.
But you all know me and how I hate missing out on all the fun....
So I sent a message to one of my former classmates, someone I talk to quite often on FB. I thought I would share this message with you all. Because it is awesome. This is the kind of stuff I put out in the universe when I am mentally and physically exhausted:
[High School Friend] -
I just spent about twenty minutes typing you this big novel of a message about the reunion and my computer started acting like a [douche]. I am so pissed.
So basically I was asking if you are going and then telling you why I am not sure if I want to go. It was the greatest message ever. And now it's lost forever. Years from now someone is going to find my hard drive in a landfill and recover that message and it will become some epic movie, just you wait and see. I hate my effing computer.
So? Do you think you will go? I'm a little pissed that it costs so much money to be honest. Do I really want to invest $200 (not including cost of a sitter) and all the time it will take talking my husband into going, to sit in a room full of people I haven't talked to in 20 years???
I mean the ten year kind of sucked. (I thought it did anyway.) Everyone was still broken off in the same old cliques. All the guys spent their time talking about how hot Stacey [Former Cheerleader] was and all the girls spent their time gossiping about Shanda [Former Mean Girl]'s new nose. It was stupid (the conversation, not Shanda's new nose, that was amazing). Plus the food was terrible.
And I am chubby. And I just don't want to have to wear a t-shirt that says "Yeah, I got fat. I'm aware." Seriously, why do I care what people think? Right? I'm happy. And healthy. My husband loves me. And I have given birth to three children for God's sake! That skin around your belly isn't so forgiving after the third kid, [Friend]. It's like it just gives up. It says "Screw it, I'm just going to spread out and get comfortable." And don't even get me started on the boobies. We're talking a whole different level of depression that hasn't even been discovered yet. I totally need some new ones. Sigh.
So yeah. I totally just admitted to you that I am afraid to go to the reunion because I am fat and care too much about what people think. I'm such a loser.
So how have you been?
Good Lord. I need to be banned from FB. It's a wonder I had any friends in High School at all....