The boy left last night for an informal reunion in Santa Cruz. Lots of old junior/high school friends. He asked me to come with but I wisely passed. I've discovered that reminiscing about past exploits is really only fun when it involves YOU. Like that big water fight back in my junior high school that started with a watergun and ended up almost flooding a hallway - wow, now that was FUN! But I betcha you all don't find it as awesome.
Plus, I already know how geeky and horny my husband was back in his teens. Tell me something I don't know.
So, while he's partying it up with girlfriends of Christmas past, I'm stuck minding the fort. Luckily, I found some distractions. Like these wonderful 80's music videos with brand new lyrics.