tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post3331062769573092886..comments2023-07-05T10:01:54.317-05:00Comments on And then there is life...: 262 Days... And CountingBrenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-43069341266547544292008-11-12T09:28:00.000-05:002008-11-12T09:28:00.000-05:00Miss high school? I never miss high school. The ...Miss high school? I never miss high school. The only reason I went to my twentieth reunion was for my wife to see the menagerie.<BR/><BR/>In the end, though, it was a good experience. It told me that the jerks I'd known really were jerks, and the good people had simply gotten better over the years.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09847809855534845145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-85267523870234894662008-11-11T15:34:00.000-05:002008-11-11T15:34:00.000-05:00heh. i hear my 20somethingth is the night before t...heh. i hear my 20somethingth is the night before thanksgiving (i think they forgot to do a real 20th, so now it's like 21st? 22nd? i'm old and can't remember).<BR/><BR/>i won't be attending.<BR/><BR/>20 years is not long enough to miss high school. is 30?renhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07367609289511936558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-37513973145545058852008-11-11T09:35:00.000-05:002008-11-11T09:35:00.000-05:00You don't look a day over twenty-seven.You don't look a day over twenty-seven.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09847809855534845145noreply@blogger.com