Twenty years have come and gone, in the blink (or two) of an eye. Our Class of 1995 came together for the Round 2 of the 10 year reunion- complete with parades, pep rallies, school visits, dinners and a little bar hoppin’ for good measure.
Only now there were a bunch of little people hanging with us. Who are you and why are you calling me mom?
This one here never turns down the opportunity to break out her old cheerleading gear. When you are that little and can still fit in in, why not?
Aunt Muffy and her little muffins- Claire and Hanley- made the transcontinental flight to our little town for the occasion.
I’m told that from this point on we begin to have reunions every 5 years. I sure hope it’s not because they’re worried we’re going to start disappearing…. Here’s to a hot and muggy Tuesday!