Ways you know you live in a small town
1- On the wall of the bar, there is a mounted (as in framed and in glass) jersey of one of your groomsmen
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| Yep- that #77 |
Don't judge me.
(all that pumping and Eli was at home torturing his grandparents by not eating his bottles! Poor grandma and grandpa)
3- Your reunion is in a barn- and there are actually a couple of people there in non-ironic cowboy boots / hats- more on that later
4- You are one of the answers to the "find someone who...." Game. Actually, you could be several answers
Friday night at the bar in highlight form
1- A pregnant friend ordered fried pickles
2- Got to see many of my favorite people
3- Got to be an adult (sans child since Rico's parents were babysitting)
4- Got a surprising number of people telling me that they read the blog. 1 that said he liked it-
Actually, he "------ loves to read your blogposts"
(Former students, pretend that blank says "really")
the others just that they've read it (translation: I read your blog, saw your over sharing, and read on only because I couldn't believe you were really talking about your -----. I may have even re-visited it once or twice just to see if you wrote something else that will make me feel more "normal" in comparison to you"
5- Got a little touchy freely with our friend Tom, indicating to Rico that the time had come for us to leave
6- Used the Fogle Taxi (my parents) for the first time in over a year.
And now, the sad ending. Here you see the milk I had to dump down the drain.
Wasted.
Better wasted milk than wasted baby.
I still felt like I was holding a funeral when I was dumping it down the toilet.
3- Your reunion is in a barn- and there are actually a couple of people there in non-ironic cowboy boots / hats- more on that later
4- You are one of the answers to the "find someone who...." Game. Actually, you could be several answers
Friday night at the bar in highlight form
1- A pregnant friend ordered fried pickles
2- Got to see many of my favorite people
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| Some of the boys of 2004 |
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| Some of the girls of 2004 |
Actually, he "------ loves to read your blogposts"
(Former students, pretend that blank says "really")
the others just that they've read it (translation: I read your blog, saw your over sharing, and read on only because I couldn't believe you were really talking about your -----. I may have even re-visited it once or twice just to see if you wrote something else that will make me feel more "normal" in comparison to you"
5- Got a little touchy freely with our friend Tom, indicating to Rico that the time had come for us to leave
6- Used the Fogle Taxi (my parents) for the first time in over a year.
And now, the sad ending. Here you see the milk I had to dump down the drain.
Wasted.
Better wasted milk than wasted baby.
I still felt like I was holding a funeral when I was dumping it down the toilet.
RIP breastmilk.
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