If I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roaring Friday night.

Really.

I grew up a preacher's kid. Now, for those of you that don't know what that means, it implies that you grew up in coffee hours, pot-luck parties, and group gatherings of just about every stripe.

Until I was 16 that was all I knew.

Then there was college, work, office parties and the whole Ozzie and Harriet thing.

Where am I going with this? Well, last night I realize my life has come full circle and I'm at yet another 'event' and I'm talking with this wonderful women next to me, whom I've sat with at meeting tables many times, and for the life of me I could not remember her name!

How embarrassing...