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While slaving away making arrangements for the reunion, Annie received the following note from a classmate. We thought it was really funny, and it should be shared with everyone.  See if you can figure out who the comedian is before you get to the end (No Fair peeking!).

"Dear Annie:
Thanks for the taking the time to email me requesting my presence at our Reunion. Let see I have approximately two months before the reunion. I accidentally looked in a mirror the other day and it would appear that I have a few things to do before that fateful weekend. My attendance will depend on my ability to complete the following to-do list:

1) Need to drop a few pounds. Now it would seem that to drop 30 pounds in 60 days would take average a half-pound a day. Mrs. Anderson, my High School algebra teacher, would be proud I still remember at least my basic division, but I did use the computer to double-check my computation. Now, dropping that much weight is going to mean exercise. I hate to learn something new this late in life, so I wonder if there is any truth that dark clothes make
a person look thinner. I do have that new black sport coat and Regis Philbin is now making wearing matching color shirts popular. You know a black ensemble has to be worth ten pounds, which now only leaves 20 pounds more to lose.
And if I were taller my weight would be closer to normal. I mean, I am obviously not overweight. I am just undertall. Platform shoes are popular again with the girls and some of the grunge type shoes for guys have quite a thick sole and heel. Yeah, a 2-inch heel /lift ought to be good for another 10 pounds. That's 20 pounds in just 10 minutes and leaves only 10 more pounds to go. This weight loss thing is going to be a lot easier than I originally thought.

2) Need to grow some more hair... on my head. I am beginning to think that along with my stomach getting bigger; my head must have gotten bigger as well. I have even heard people muttering "fat head" after I walk away after talking to them, so it must be true. My hair just doesn't cover like it used to. Hairstyles were a bit longer back then; but combing it over to cover a balding spot isn't very pretty. The barber was saying that the hair part needs to be above the ear rather than below the ear as would be required to fix this hair.
And when did men's hats go out of style? Guys in the 50's had those cute little bowler hats when they dressed up. I believe it is time hats made a comeback. And, they were usually black which will go with the black outfit I plan to wear. (See the plan to lose ten pounds above).

3) Need to find some original hair color. When I was a redheaded kid I would get teased a lot. Kids can be so cruel. And, now that I am a blonde (it's just that dreaded neon, incandescent and natural sunlight that makes my hair look as though it were white), young kids are still making fun of me. Seems like kids never change.

4) Need to do something about those lines on my face. At some time the lifeline on my palm extended itself up my arm and is in the process of doing the Indy 500 race around my eyes. I had my face read by a gypsy the other day and the good news it appears I am going to live to age 729. I never have figured out why those face-covers the Arabs wear in the Middle East never caught on here. Sure, they say it keeps the wind, sun and sand out of their faces, but it is all rationalizing for the true reason-that with that harsh climate, their faces soon resemble a relief map of the Grand Canyon. It is also why beards are so popular there as well.
And with all the rich Arabs and their many wives/harems, there is a shortage of women for the common Arab. The only way to attract a woman in modern day Arabia is to cover one's face. The caveman approach to finding a wife is frowned upon even in Arabia. So the "veil," or whatever it is called, provides necessary camouflage for the common Arab to achieve marital bliss. Or, I could wear a mask and tell everyone I misunderstood and thought it was a masquerade reunion. Hey I like that idea.... A masquerade reunion. Give it some thought.

5) Regain my eyesight. This one could be a tough one. Actually, as long as I don't have to read anything I will be all right and I won't have to wear my reading glasses. This means your job is to make the nametag letters very, Very LARGE. I'm talking letters that will only fit on a sandwich board over each person’s shoulders. First name on the front and their last name on the back. Those with longer names, that cause the size of the letters to be smaller, I will just have to ignore. I will limit my mingling with the classmates with short names.... Like you Ann (Annie) Hall.

6) Find a better job. NO, make that find a career. Step one: find any job. This should be an easy one. Unemployment is at an all time low. And I'm sure any job I find and actually work at for 2 whole months will seem like at least a career if not a lifetime.
Okay, I’ve got my list; I certainly do have my work cut out for me. But it seems doable. There is still that extra 10 pounds I have to lose. But, with looking for a job and everything, I'm not sure that I will have time to exercise. Maybe I could find a 4" inch heel. That should make my weight match my height and I will have more time for the important things. Yes I think that should do it.

You asked if I would be attending our reunion. Well, after giving it careful thought, I think I Will be able to attend. I will be the extremely tall person dressed as Zorro. Other than that, I look pretty much the same. "
Don Davis