I can't even blame it on him! Pregnancy weight just fell off...........I got no one to blame but myself! :lol:
Nope didn't go to my 10 yr. We didn't have a 5yr. not unless I wasn't invited :lol: I don't know how it really works, I'm not a "classmates.com" member.
My 20th HS reunion was a few weeks ago. To make it worse, it was on my 38th birthday. Two whammies on one day to make you feel REALLY OLD! I had a ball anyway. Funny seeing all of the guys who were once goodlooking and cool now bald and beerbellied!
Good Morning Everyone!!! Man, I thought class would never get over last night. I was soooo tired.. Anyway Guess what tomorrow is?:twisted:
the usually have notices in the hometown paper, well atleast garner did. we also got invites but mine came to my parents house. and some people also get info from myspace. alot of classes have their own page now.
Also try classmates.com, highschoolalumni.com - there are other various websites I think. Those are the two I am familiar with and have actually seen planning commitees.
Good Morning Everyone!!! GG and I are so excited to be here at work today and not return home until 10:00 pm - so excited that we can hardly contain ourselves! :mrgreen:
yes! i am just tickled pink!!! lets sing it again, "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "STINK . STANK. STUNK." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce."