i have just received an email from an old classmate (hi, carissa) who kindly informed me that plans are in the works for my 10th high school reunion. eegads. 10 years. that means that people will show up with almost 10 year olds. yech. can't imagine having a 10 year old. i'm not sure i even own anything 10 years old. oh wait! my old school uniform! carissa, can we all wear those to the reunion? plaid skirts and sweaters with your name on it are fashionable, now. and mine mostly fits.
another thing. i need a nifty email signature. everyone else has one. ( no, i am not going to jump off a bridge too.) perhaps something along the lines of procrastinator extrordinaire or kicks butt on jeopardy from the couch. those things have really turned into what letters after you name used to mean. kind of snobby sometimes. i asked someone at work why we didn't all get one and she said it was because i'm not a coordinator. well aren't we all coordinators? I mean really, if you are female, you undoubtably put a little thought into coordinating your outfit this morning. right? maye that should be my signature clothing coordinator. yes, i know i'm a sad little girl.