The Three Amighosts….
The corner of Prichard and Cayuta Ave was right in the middle of our houses. Each of us came from a different direction, each from a different point of the triangle, so of course, that is where we would meet to walk to school together.
Then after school on our way home we would stop at this corner and continue to talk for what seemed like hours. If it was our lucky day we would all go to one of our houses for more giggles and snacks and hanging out.
Sometimes though one of the three amigos had to go home to do work and the other two would continue on or say, “Talk to you later” and all go our separate ways.
But you could be sure that even though we spent most of our days together we would also be on the phone at some point in the evening.
or at least tell their moms that they are working on algebra together?
{Sidebar: My mom and dad totally rock! They are the ones who actually made these for us. I was thrilled with this cute little gift!}
White paint
If the wood isn’t painted, paint it white. {These were left over composite pieces that were already white}.With a pencil draw on the face.
Now, 21 years later, I guess you could say that I am the amighost with the sad face….because I live 250 miles away from my gal pals.
We are all busy with husbands and kids and careers and Zumba and making Halloween costumes and watching Netflix.
We do get to see each other on occasion though.
And quite honestly, when we do it is like we are all just 3 little amigos again….standing on that corner giggling and whiling away the hours.
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