First day of high school!

It’s here. The first day of high school. First day not wearing uniforms. First day at an “English” school.

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Oliver was not as unhappy as he looks here, I swear.

I also had to take one in the same order as their very first day of preschool, 11 years ago:

I had to do a lot of research to figure out who was who in that first picture. Also I couldn’t convince them to hold trains this time.

25 year reunion!

It’s getting to be overwhelming but if I put it off much longer, I’ll just never do it. So I’ll just do it.

The most important thing was my 25th high school reunion, which I already posted a little bit about in my last post, since I wore a bunch of clothes I made to it. But it was more than just showing off my sewing prowess, believe it or not. Getting to hang out in Natchitoches (Na-ka-tish, duh) brings back such fond memories and of course getting to see friends I hardly ever see is so great.

I wish I’d taken more pictures, though. So let me give a quick (?) recap.

Friday, Ren and I drove up, somehow managing to miss major rains and flooding in New Orleans, but not missing the police officer waiting for me to do 51 in a 35 in a small town near Bunkie. (“Let’s take the scenic route,” said Ren. “It’ll be nice,” said Ren.) Read More