This morning on the train my husband (c'mon! you've got to let me do that for a few weeks!) made me hand back my key to the House of Chicken - the little key I've held for years now, the key to a world of cheerful hellos, channel 10 marathons, shared dinners, comfy sinking couches, rotting tea towels, communal teeth brushings, scorching hangovers, crowded dinner parties, drawn-out lawn maintenance and ever friendly faces.I miss you H.O.C!
5 comments:
NO!
No more company to the train station, or sarah sparkling face in the morning as a random suprise.
However i do like that you got your wedding rings in the photo - nice work
The HOC will miss you lady noodle
You may not believe this but the rings were a complete fluke! Am proud in retrospect though...
c'mon! it isn't the end...rather a new beginning...
just think, now you'll go as a guest rather than as a fixture, you'll be cordially invited to last minute bbqs and involved in other HOC farewells. Now as you walk down that long thin corridor you'll remenisce (sic) about hangovers, shared teeth cleanings, rotting tea towels and how it was some of the happiest moments of your single life!
...AND, you'll create a whole lot of new ones in the new HOC off-shoot (which by the way...you guys need a name....how about house of chicken noodles? or a more simple..House of Noodle? all suggestions welcome.)
I'm going House of Noodle at the minute.
But that reminds me John and Shari need a name too
I feel that 'House of Noodle' overlooks HIS WIFE!!!
Also, I feel that we have until we move out of my parents place and get our own to get a name... no? I would assume 'Ridge St' would still do. Is this not the case?
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