As JD and I were addressing our Christmas cards, I pulled one to send to an old friend, Amy. We’ve known her and her kids for about ten years but I haven’t seen her recently. As I began to look for her address, I remembered she’d moved. Hmmm, what to do? How about a road trip?
I knew 2 things before JD, Moon and I jumped in the truck. She used to work at a restaurant called the Brass something in Chatsworth, and I had her mom’s address as a backup plan. How hard could it be?
Turns out, not hard at all.
Not only did we drive straight to the restaurant and find her working, Moon LOVED the fried chicken and creamed corn. Turns out my friend Amy is the cook. A mom who cooks, how weird is THAT?
She seemed happy to see us, and since she was getting off work soon, asked if we’d like to go to see her new house and her old kids.
Moon getting to eat fried chicken and hang out with four kids? Could you ask for a better way to spend the day? I think not.
I admit to feeling a little bit guilty. After all, the woman works full-time, has four kids, a dog, and we’d given her NO notice that we’d be stopping by. I really hoped she wouldn’t be embarrassed by the state of her house.
Turns out her house was immaculate. The kids rooms were neat, beds made, toys put away. No dishes in the sink, no clutter on the table, no dog hair on the floor. Great.
That will teach me to drop in unexpectedly. I need to get some new friends. Who knew Amy was such a show-off?