My friend Dianne and I were chatting yesterday and I told her about the letters I dug up. She said she too has a collection of letters and suggested they were blackmail opportunities...until I started quoting to her from some of her own letters.

We're going to celebrate our high school reunion (since it doesn't look like there's an official one; or if there is, neither of us has been invited) this October by meeting in San Francisco, spending the day at a spa and then burning the letters.

We do not ever want our cherubs to know what naughty girls we were back then. :D