From The Desk Of Madge

Editors note: This is a guest column by the one, the only MADGE.

I must say, time can be a girl’s best friend. After a childhood of being picked on because of your parents horrifying choices, you become a little disillusioned with other children. I know you have all heard about how Momma Pug and I have been best friends since kindergarten, and how I supposedly was the strong one. I hate to inform this vast readership that I was only strong when Momma Pug was not. It was our odd way of taking turns. One of us would run off all the terrorist children on the playground, then the other would run them off the next day.

This trend continued on throughout our school career. Now you must understand that we have each gone through phases of not liking the other one, but in the long run our friendship held. In today’s world, we talk frequently and make sure we see each other in person at least once a month. Which brings me back to my opening thought- time can be a girl’s best friend. Momma Pug, Catfish, and I all decided that we would not be in attendance for our ten year high school reunion. I mean- come on! These people made our lives miserable for 12 years. Why in the world would we possibly want to spend even one more moment with them?

However, through the wonders of the internet, we have been able to check out the reunion pictures. It has been an absolute joy to see how many of the small town royalty have gained immense amounts of weight, had hideous children, been divorced (sometimes repeatedly), and generally had a miserable existence. Time has given them payback, and in turn been this girl’s best friend.

So let’s all give a little respect to the power of time, and to the power of true friendship. Love ya, Momma Pug! (And Catfish too!)