Sweet Jesus, one of my high school class presidents -- we had two; long, boring story -- has sent a mass email reminding me that the reunion, which I am heartily skipping, is in a mere few weeks.

The email is not BCC'd.

Welcome, FLHS class of '93. I double-dare you to leave a comment and admit you were here.

Anyone else: while I am too busy to blog properly, tell me about your high school reunion. Or about dodging it and renting Romy and Michelle instead.