I'm in the Atlanta area with two friends from high school. Another one joined us for dinner. Pictures tomorrow, I hope, dependent solely upon the number of margaritas consumed. I'm just sayin'. My laugh muscles hurt. Thank heavens for yearbooks and Facebook. And margaritas. We shopped, we had pedicures, we have eaten aplenty. One weekend is not enough time to catch up on 33 years. And two nights up past my bedtime is too many.