"I'm home!" she said as she came in the door, tired but beaming.
I'm so glad I'm not a dog. If I were, when Momcat returned on Sunday from her quilting retreat I would have danced around, panted, and peed on the floor. They make such humiliating fools of themselves. Instead I wanted her to know that I still held her in disdain for going somewhere without me. I excel at sulking.
Do you think she learned her lesson? Heck no! Monday morning I saw her packing her suitcase AGAIN! "Wait a minute," I thought. "Didn't she just unload the car and unpack her bags?"
This crazy woman headed to camp with sixth graders the day after coming home. Sayonara, Momcat. Two days and an overnight with 125 twelve-year-olds. The question is: Quilters vs Pre-Teens....who is better behaved away from home with their peers? I think it might be a toss-up.
She apparently didn't miss me as much as she should have because all she could talk about was how much she loved the sisterhood of her peeps, what fun it was to meet them and laugh, how much weight she probably gained from all the terrific food, she was very productive and actually won some prizes for the first time in her life.
If she ever sits down long enough we can get the pictures off her camera and she can help me do some blogging. For now, it's enough to know that her first retreat won't be her last.
Hello and good-bye, Momcat!
1 year ago