I had such a restless sleep last night. I must have awaken 10 different times certain I had overslept. There was a period of time I did sleep since I distinctly remember dreaming. I lived at a Wawa. There was a cot near the newspaper section which is where I slept. Mrs Emma Peel walked in and I took her down the basement. She was wearing one of her cool, striped, 2-toned pantsuits. I asked if I could take pictures of us using my digital camera’s self timer feature. She was completely cool with it. I set up the camera and placed it on a table and as soon as the red light on the camera started to flash that the picture would soon be taken, Mrs Emma Peel started dancing the robot. I thought that was pretty crazy but I joined in anyway. I must have taken about 100 pictures of us doing the robot. When I reviewed them not a single one came out! I was terribly disappointed.
I just realized that next Friday and Saturday is my 10-year college reunion! I can hardly believe it’s been 10 years since Rosemont. The thing is, as it rapidly approaches, I am finding myself less and less interested in attending. How lovely is that? I feel this way only AFTER I spend the 100.00 for tickets and donations. Ugh!

Donna,
You and Emma Peel??? My heart couldn’t stand it.
This wasn’t the WaWa in Mahwah (NJ), was it?
All you had to say was Wawa and I was lost in a world of daydreaming. I can’t tell you how much I miss that store. No service charge to get your money out, French Vanilla Cappucino, Meatball sandwhiches, breaded chicken parmesan sandwhices, ice cream, open 24-hours (in most places).
I guess you really don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone.
If you need a date for your reunion, I think I might be able to make it.
I am flying to California (next Sunday) out of Philadelphia International – which isn’t a big deal.
I have the wardrobe, and can wear cologne 🙂
Call my cell if you’re not taking Lisa.
George you win the pompous ass award hands down !!!
Familiar with the term “Triple OG”?
That’s me, baby.