Remember how Mr. EOS and I sailed across the ocean blue in October? Remember that we stayed in London for a week after the voyage? Remember why????????
Well, yes, because it was on our bucket list but also, gulp, I wanted a solid out for not attending my 50th high school reunion, for no reason other than I hadn’t lost enough weight to be in school magazine class photos and have people who didn’t attend ask, hey, who’s the chunko in the back row?
Guess what? Lucky me, I get another chance to see ALL those people, June 3. Whee-ha.
The mom of one of my best friends growing up died, a peer of my mom’s, also in her 99th year, the husbands were best buddies, their kids and ours were very close too, so it’s a must to drive down to Wilmington to bid farewell. I can’t NOT go.
That gives me 40 days, only 40, to get more presentable. The FitBit is charging. The cottage cheese was underwhelming for breakfast but at least the sun is out today so I can take a long walk (off a short pier??)
The humor is delicious when you think about it. We spent a good hunk of change for me to avoid my reunion, all for it to come back and bite me in my ass. Not that we didn’t have a fabulous time, most assuredly we did, but there was a teeny part of me that felt badly not gathering with so many of my old friends.
Now I get that chance. Many have already emailed me asking if I am coming, even my very first boyfriend from 10th grade who hasn’t changed one iota, not one.
Let’s see, if I lose 10 pounds every day between now and June 2….
Otherwise, nothing to report. The sky is blue, belying the forecast for pouring rain today and tomorrow. Onward soldiers. Have a good Monday.