I’m so happy that my t-shirt is getting such a great response from my readers. I forgot to mention that if you buy a shirt, please email me a picture of you wearing it and I’ll post it here and add a photo gallery to the sidebar.

Also, Mrs. Fortune and Arabella asked for a mug, so I added a large mug to the shop. I only added a $2.00 profit on that because I just couldn’t see asking people to spend $15.00 on a mug. I wonder how I could add an image of an empty piggy bank to my sidebar and show it filling up as I make sales. Anyone know how to do that?

So here’s something completely dumb and juvenile to think about-why does the thought of seeing my old High School friends fill me with fear and dread? My band teacher is retiring, and there’s a party for him at the High School, and I just got a Classmates.com email from an old friend asking me to come.

My very first thought? I can’t let these people see me when I weigh 175 pounds! When they last saw me I weighed barely 100 pounds. They’ll think I died and was replaced by a small elephant.

Can I seriously be worrying about what my old friends might think of how I look? And wondering how weird it will be to see my old boyfriend Bill, who married my old best friend Kelly, the writer of the aforementioned email. At our 10 year reunion, he ignored me in a way that told me he was actually paying a lot of attention to me, but didn’t want me to think he was, you know? We dated on and off for four years, he would “go with” me, then “go with” Kelly for a while, then come back to me. How pathetic is that?

The more I think about it, the more I think that High School was a long, long time ago, and I’m not looking for any kind of validation from people I knew way back then. I’ll send the band teacher a lovely card congratulating him on his retirement and leave it at that.

Update: Are you watching American Idol? I missed Katherine, but ELLIOTT! Wow. Although I could have done without Paula crying. Boo-hoo, blah blah blah.

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