FB

This is cracking me up as much as it's horrifying me.  I grew up in a really small town, population 1,500; only 300 in every graduating class, so of course everyone knows everyone.  I figured what the heck when someone in my class issued a friends request on FB, and clicked okay.  After all, I've gotten to be nice friends on FB with someone I didn't know very well in HS, and that "via" is how this person found me.  She posted today, complete with a picture, of the scar on her lips from the stitches from a drunken fight on her 37th birthday.  "lucky to be alive..." she says.   !!!!

It makes me so glad to have gotten out of there, no matter how I did it.