(Dead Faint)

So I got together with some high school friends tonight.  Four of us (out of a group of five) are still in the area, so we sometimes remember that and get together accordingly.  They are all married, so there are times when I’m staring off into space as they talk about the trials and tribulations of married life, fixing the roof, arguing over who’s going to mow the lawn, etc.  However, it’s still nice to see them once in a while even though I think I tend to limit it for my own sanity.  I mean, who wants to be reminded of high school all that much?

Kidding, guys.  Um, just in case you drop by here and recognize yourselves.  Saline searches are pretty common for me, actually.

Anyway, one friend is constantly out of contact because she doesn’t like or use e-mail all that much.  This I understand, as I’ve been getting increasingly worse at answering e-mails if they’re not work-related.  One of my other two friends will call to see if she’s available as I am also very bad at picking up a phone.  I wasn’t aware that this particular friend would be there tonight.  Friend B told Friend L that there would be a triple surprise for us at dinner tonight.

Why?  Friend K showed.  And she’s pregnant.  With twins.

That’s where the dead faint comes in, you know.  Twins!  That’s adorable on so many levels.

However, spending time with my high school friends always makes me yearn for my work friends.  Like I’ve said before, my work friends are in a very similar place to mine.  My high school friends have a knack for making me feel like I’m constantly behind on life.  Where’re the unmarried ladies when I need them?  I think it’s time to plan another outing with them.  Don’t get me wrong, love my high school friends, but it’s time for some heavy, end-of-summer drinking at Dominick’s.