The Captain got home on Friday night. We Wii'd. The Captain got his highest score in bowling. Finally beat his five year old. Night, Honey. Good Morning. Mow lawn. Hot dogs on the grill. Saw a puppy. Bought a puppy. Bring puppy out to pee. IA Pilot Wife 20 year class reunion. Lots of laughs and catching up. Take puppy out to pee. Night, Honey. Good Morning.
Yes, I did say we bought a puppy and let me introduce you to Harry.
Quite appropriately named (ala Sweet Marissa), don't you think? If the hair fits, wear it, right? He is a shih-tzu and poodle hybrid, aka fancy name for "mutt" with a more than usual under bite. Makes him look a little curmudgeonly at times, and very "Harry" appropriate. Also happens to make him about 200 dollars cheaper than the usual asking price, so we happen to really like his under bite. Officially you would call him a shih-poo. I hope he does not officially "shih-poo" all over my house. Really though, who could resist a face like that? The Captain finally got his boy.
On to the class reunion and that would be my 20th. Yikes. Typing that hurts a little and makes me cringe. I really had mixed feeling about going, even though it was only a three mile drive to the activities. You know, the angst. Who needs to be reminded of all that high school angst? I feel like I had had my share. I'm so glad I went though. It was a lot of fun re-connecting. Some of them I had not seen since tossing our Floyd Valley Thunderbird mortar boards and tassels back in May of 1989. But, somehow we survived. Our graduating class numbered *drumroll* 27. Yep, that's it. Way back before all the smaller Iowa schools got
taken over by gunpoint consolidated with a larger neighboring school district. I pretty much went to school with the same two dozen people give or take a few for 12 years. We were like one big happy (albeit very dysfunctional) family.
We decided we were going to do a destination reunion next time. Maybe Vegas, maybe Seattle, but you can count me in! And yes Honey, we'll go to your next one too.