I told Dude that the pompoms made me reminiscent of my cheerleading days. She gently reminded me that I was never a cheerleader. That's the thing about old friends... they remember everything.
Note to self: in my next life, I want to come back with long legs. I don't even care if my arms are short, my feet are big, or I have ears like Prince Charles. Just give me the long legs. It's that simple.