In Sleepless In Seattle, Sam talks about taking his wife's hand and saying that it felt like going home, "only to no home I'd ever known.... magic."
Yesterday, I went to a mini reunion with some high school friends and after a couple minutes of reacquainting, it was like going home. Everyone was telling stories of junior or senior high school, catching up the spouses on what their mates were like back then.
The word "reunion" usually strikes fear in the hearts of many adults. Either you're worried about what to wear and how you look, or you just don't want to run into so-and-so. This was nothing like that. Thank goodness!
Movie of the Day: The Devil Wears Prada. What shall I wear?
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Stream of consciousness:
Home.
Home Fries.
French Fries.
French soccer team.
World Cup.
Dixie Cup.
Dixie Chicks.
Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Chicken Little.
Little Red Riding Hood.
Boyz in the Hood.
Boys on the Side.
Sidewalks.
Where the Sidwalk Ends.
Where this ends.
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