I have figured out why so many people wouldn't be caught dead at a ten-year reunion. I thought I knew these people. I thought I could trust them. I treasure such fond memories of so many of them from our youth. They are all so nice on the surface. And yet when the time came to assign someone to organize the next reunion, their evil natures were revealed. Whom should they nominate? My husband. And who will be organizing our next reunion? ME!
Okay, okay. Alex is exceptionally supportive, so it will be a team effort with all of those people who kindly volunteered and those other people we will be heavily recruiting. Still, when you go to your next high school reunion, you might want to watch your back.
PS. We are employed. Hooray!!