The sunset tonight (and other things).

Earlier tonight, I went to dinner with the very fabulous Jaye and her dear friend Margy. (Have you heard Jaye's great news?) We went to Polvo's. We luuuuuuuuurve Polvo's. After dinner, when I walked back across the street where I was parked, I turned around to get in my car and I saw this:
This picture doesn't do it justice at all. The colors were so vibrant and intense. I just stood there watching it change for a couple of minutes. Wow.

The Geej is at Dah's house. I ran a gazillion errands today and did stuff around the house. Oh yeah: and I took a nap. It was awesome. Tomorrow is "get your shit together for the job interview process day" at Casa de Karla May. It's like the biggest homework assignment ever. Next to the adoption paperwork. Nothing will ever beat that.

Let's see...what else...

OH YEAH! Shit!

I got an e-mail this week asking if I wanted to be on the planning committee for our...gulp...20 year high school reunion. It doesn't happen until next year, but still. Shit! No WAY! I REMEMBER my mom having her 20 yr. reunion. I was 14. She was my age now. Holy cow--it was a big deal to her. You know: small town and all... Plus, at her 10 year, she and my dad had gone, and they'd been headed for divorce, so I'm sure it wasn't all that fun. But I clearly remember her and my stepdad coming home tipsy and triumphant. Weird, that.

I definintely want to go to my 20 yr. No question. But mainly that's because I had SUCH a good time at my 10 yr. reunion. I really enjoyed seeing everyone again and learning what was up in their lives. It wasn't competitive AT ALL. Just really, really fun. The best part about it is that all those bullshit clique walls that you have when you're 18 are non-existent. You're all just people. I DO remember 3 different people asking me if I'd had a boob job. But whatever.

I swear, I have more stuff to write about. But I'm tapped out for now. I'm sure I'll contribute something loooooooooong tomorrow when I should be working on my job interview stuff. You know...procrastination, and whatnot.