Thursday, October 7, 2010

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Welcome to the neighborhood. Honey isn’t it? Come on in. I’m simply overjoyed you’ve accepted the invitation. Afternoon tea is once a week. Since you’re new to the fold, don’t worry about not bringing anything. And don’t be shy. We, old girls won’t bite. Before you tell us about yourself, let me clear the air and say it. Don’t worry about the rumors you’ve heard.  All true.  As a matter of fact I did kill my husband. No-no, please stay. Henry wasn’t the nicest fellow. And the girls know I’ve had my fair of share of bad ones over the years. Haven’t we all girls? Haven’t we all. Madge really? You don’t say it’s been five for you. Indeed , I suppose it has. Oh dear. Since you’re new, you probably want to know what happened.  Well I don’t know what it was but I just couldn’t handle him anymore. You know exactly what I’m talking about.  We’ve all faced this dilemma at some point. I came home one day and there he was. Sitting there. Not trying to leave me high and dry. Not trying to hide that he was screwing his secretary. Not doing anything. While he was doing nothing, all I could think about was how he no longer went with the drapes in the living room. It was then I decided something had to go. Oddly enough it was him. With a few quick bolts and screws it happened. Something breaks, someone falls. Ta-dah! I don’t mind. It made sense when… oh, from time to time I get a bit nostalgic for old Henry but then I look over at my drapes and just know it was the right decision. Someday you’ll know when it’s the right decision for you. Right, girls? Of course, welcome Honey.

300. New to the neighborhood. Interesting conversations reveal interesting things about people you don’t really know. Sometimes more than you were hoping to know. Can NEVER judge a book by its cover. A bit of fun nonetheless. Enjoy. Kisses. m.

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