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I didn't see her Boob

This weekend was filled with pros and cons. Cons: I was consistently tired, I didn't do some of my personal chores, I got really sick, and I didn't get to go out on Saturday night to a House club. Pros: I finally took my bridesmaids dress to get altered, I had a kick ass alcohol-free-sugar-free Super Bowl time, I got my car washed, and I did laundry. The real highlight of my weekend, however, was running into my first teacher crush...my 7th and 8th grade Home-Ec teacher. (Sigh.) I freaked out when I saw her. I thought No, that can't be her. I haven't seen her since...well, probably 8th grade. I have to say something. I mustered up the courage to talk to her and I did. She said she remembered me, but she being a teacher and having had millions of students, which I'm sure she runs into all the time, I reintroduced myself. She said, "Wow, you must have graduated high school already." Then I did the awful. I made her feel old when I said, "Actually, I graduated college." (Eek!) We chatted. I went to blah blah blah and studied blah blah blah and she is doing well...still teaching, but in a different school district. Then she told me, "Well, you look the same. You're aging beautifully. You've aged well." Then I died. Ha! I got all giddy. Now, I normally am not one to turn red, but I felt like I was glowing red from blushing! Man, this teacher...she was the one at my school that every boy AND girl had a crush on, including me. I loved this teacher. She was (and still is) so beautiful...tall, skinny, long blonde hair, sweet, intelligent. Everybody wanted to take Home-Ec. Yes, this was definitely the highlight of my weekend.