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Betchya you’ll be glad you did!!!! (and so will everyone else!)

– If you’re struggling with the idea of attending the Reunion, you are not alone…Apparently the internal debate is universal. We’ve all had some of the same thoughts. If we wait until we’re rich enough/thin enough/successful enough, we would  never see anyone again!

We all need to realize that our classmates don’t care about what we look like, the size of our checkbook, or how fast we’ve climbed the corporate ladder.

For a few hours, at least, we can all be 18 again!
Well, 18 with wrinkles and reading glasses anyway…

 


 Our Friends Are A Very Important Part Of Our Lives.
Treasure The Tears, Treasure The Laughter,
But Most Importantly,  Treasure The Memories.”

REUNION POEM

An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned;
it’ll be really grand.
Save the Date, make plans to attend without fail.
I’ll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,

And wore out most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who’d guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we’d decreed “most apt to succeed”
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted “least” now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we’d all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the thirtieth year,it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren’t dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can’t wait; they’ve set the date;
Our thirty-fifth is coming, I’m told.
It should be a ball, they’ve rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker’s been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I’ve bought a new wig and glass eye.
I’m feeling quite hearty, and I’m ready to party
I’m gonna dance ’til dawn’s early light.
It’ll be lots of Fun; But I just hope that there’s one
Other person who can make it that night.
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The best advice for any reunion-goers, lighten up and enjoy it.
It’s one evening.  You probably won’t see these people again, or at least not for 5 or 10 years.    You might as well have a good time.
Go, Be Yourself, Don’t Overthink it.

Smile! ….and always remember life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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