Reunion, Here I Come!
Like a true blue couch potato, I’d rather be at home than anywhere else. But every once in a while, you can lure me out of the house with tickets to the Outer Banks, for example, or tickets to Bohol, so I can join the grand alumni homecoming. I’m dizzy with excitement. The last time I saw my grade school classmates was in 1995, when we graduated. I can’t wait to see everyone. I’m sure a lot of us have put on wedding rings, weight, and some maturity. I’m just as certain others did some losing too – weight, IQ points (I kid, I kid!), and hair. In any case, it will be fun to see everyone again. I’m going to bring my yearbook along, so I can look up who looked like what before.
As for me, I’m sure they’ll find I’ve changed very little. I’m still silly. I’m still bossy. I still gush. Annnnd, I’m still that girl who would happily wear the ring fished out of a Cracker Jack box just so long as it’s given with love.
Not that we have Cracker Jacks here. 
