Because I'm Not Going to My Next HS Reunion

Not that long ago I started a mini blog called Yellow Love Notes.

I know you will find this hard to believe, if not erie, but I saved most of the love notes I received over the years. I suppose I thought it would give me something to read when I was 80 years old and my hundreds of great nieces and nephews no longer wanted to hang around their spinster aunt because of unbearable cat smell. Alone, I would sit and remember french kissing notes from Alan J and declarations of love in the form of cheap tattered valentines.

I'm thinking now that I may be spared this demise. But now, what to do with the evidence of my lustful youth? Shamelessly share it with you, of course!

I post new notes frequently. But here's a sneak peek: