It's June. It must be time for another reunion.
That's right. Hubby and I attended my high school band reunion over the weekend. Nobody was brave enough to get out their instrument. We left Evil Twin and the cat at home. It's no telling what they were doing to amuse themselves while we were gone but I think they had other animals over and snorted catnip.
The gathering was fun, if not a bit hot in a barely air-conditioned building with the sun blazing in through the glass doors/walls. We were all a bit drippy but managed to talk and yell until our voices were hoarse. Our band director showed up and just like that, we were back in school. It was an emotional reunion for him as our band during the 1978 - 1980 timeframe was his passion. He was one of the first directors in our area to introduce "drum and bugle corp" style marching. He was an excellent band director, coach, and leader for all of us silly, pimply teenagers who thought we knew everything.
What? We didn't?
I spent a lot of time with my high school best friend and our husbands also chatted with each other while we were
up and about visiting with others looking for men that still had hair.
Kidding. Kidding. Most of the guys and almost all of the ladies still had hair.
I cringed when I saw one of the ladies I hadn't seen in 30+ years.
She was a year behind me in high school with dark clear skin, pretty eyes, and silky long hair. What a change! She was wearing a tank top and shorts and now adorns all visible skin with tattoos. Her silky long hair is military short. I didn't get a chance to talk to her. I was afraid she might eat me.
This summer Hubby and I finally got around to another home project. It was time to tile our window:
Oreo Cat squeezes into the photo.
Actually, Hubby did most of the work. I'm the chief cleaner-upper and I do the grout, sealing, and caulk.
I won the lottery!
Unfortunately, it's not the kind that allows you to walk a way with a sack of money. It's a lottery for the Houston 2012 Marathon in January. Yep. I got in. Be quiet about it, please. I don't want my body to hear that it will be training for 26.2 miles.
I hope everyone is having a great summer and is making some attempt at staying cool. It's been brutal here in Texas.
Hubby and I will be taking a wee little break for the holiday. Happy Birthday, America!