I had gone to stay with them for a few weeks right after their move and what do you know?
The welcome wagon showed up. It was the first and last encounter I ever had with a welcome wagon. I remember my friend's mother giving some, shall we say "nonfactual information" to said welcome wagoner. You know, to give appearances that they were keeping up with the Jones. Truth be told they had moved from a very small house in MA to a much bigger one in NH and did not have furniture to fill it up.
She made up a story about all the 'things' that they were waiting to arrive from MA.
My friend and I giggled around the corner as we new that this was not true.
I will admit it, kids can be real tools and we were.
Now that I am grown, the lady from the welcome wagon who visited my friend's mother
seemed more like trying to get the low down on the family than
actually welcoming them to the town,
but anywho I can be a little jaded at times....
I have my own welcome wagon.
Every time they see any human activity they gather and welcome.
Some act happy to see us.
Some squawk like they have something to take up with the landlord,
but most of all they want to know what is in it for them...
some old bread, or other yummy kitchen scraps.
No pretense and I love them for it.
I did partake in some post game misery. I didn't shower, I'm not exactly sure when the last time I brushed my teeth and I have eaten more chips and cookies today than I care to truthfully disclose.
I am dedicating this year to my year of health. Last week I learned of a woman who was 5 years older than me and dropped dead from a heart attack. I have to get my shit together here people. I have to get and feel healthy. I am going to take a shower and brush my teeth now, detox from cookies and chocolate tomorrow and develop my plan. I am so happy I have picked this week as a I will be making a chocolate cake big enough to feed 200 people frosted with my delish butter cream frosting. I can do this...I will keep you posted.