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Checkin' in from the 20 year reunion...

I'm so content right now.

Eating blueberries I just picked off my mom's blueberry bush...

Cup o' coffee.

Great memories of a reunion that so far exceeded my expectations, I could almost cry.

I had a blast.

I'll post more tomorrow when I get home.

I just had to check in and let you all know it wasn't a wallflower disaster.

And I'm so happy to be from Astoria.

Go, Class of '87!
Woo-hoo!

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  1. '87?
    you're a baby... :)

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  2. Anonymous10:43 PM

    Glad you choose to go for your reunion! Great that you had such a good time.

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  3. I'm glad that you had fun. I skipped mine last year. Can't wait to see some pictures!

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