Just call me Froggi... Hopping thru my days with the ramblings, musings, & thoughts of my life
A recent blog post from a friend reminded me about high school reunions. I’ve attended two – my 25th and my 40th. The 25th was a resounding success, a comeback for a very shy student. I got to attend with my husband/soulmate (found after two divorces).
I’ve always said I couldn’t possibly be a senior because I was never middle-aged. Middle-age was always at least ten years older than me. Well, that argument went out the window when I hit 70. There’s something about being a septuagenarian that changes your perspective.
