Months ago my husband got an e-mail announcing his 20th high school reunion. He couldn’t quite decide whether or not he wanted to go so he just e-mailed a few of his high schools friends and filled out his bio on the reunion website. And I guess when he came to the part about his wife he didn’t know what to say about me so he just stuck my blog address in there and left it at that.
But when my blog traffic began to spike I had no idea what caused it.
And the days and months went by and Chris yo-yo’d back and forth.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“No, it costs too much.”
“But I’d sure like to see Tony.”
“I just found out Tony’s not going so I don’t think I’ll go.”
And even though I was a good sport and said I’d gladly go if he really wanted too, deep down inside I was hoping his gift for procrastination would win out and it would be too late to go. I mean, a girl can only smile for so long at a group of strangers without her lips sticking to her teeth in a freakish grin.
It’s not pretty.
But I’d like to say a big THANKYOUVERYMUCH to two of his classmates, Michelle and Tricia, who sent him an e-mail saying they read my blog, think I’m funny, and think he should pack me up and bring me to the reunion.
You were quite convincing.
I now have to shop for some spanx and a new dress that makes my boobs look perkier, my belly look flatter and my nose look smaller BY SATURDAY!