That’s right, people. I WON! I won Chickenpants #285. Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Well good for her. She won. She’s a winner. That’s just great. But what a waste. She’s not going to know what to do with that Chickenpants. Now I’d know what to do with that Chickenpants.”
It’s OK. I forgive you for not being all that happy for me. I understand. Really. You see, I’ve been there. Several years ago, a lifelong friend of The Man (and former college roommate of ours), won BIG in the lottery. Like, set-you-up-for-the-rest-of-your-life big. When you think about something like this happening to someone you know, you just assume that you’d be really happy for them. Well I’m hear to tell you, it’s surprising how really not-so-thrilling it can be when a friend hits the jackpot. You start thinking weird stuff, like: “Wow, if I call them to say congratulations, they’re just going to think that I want something from them.”; or, “Do you realize our kids will never be friends with their kids, because their kids are going to be rich and have all these incredible experiences and our kids are just going to be…well…normal kids.”; or worse, “They’re not going to know what to do with all those winnings – not like we would."
It was very uncomfortable for a while. But I’m happy to say that’s all water under the bridge. Our weirdness has mellowed with time, and their winnings have changed them very little. We enjoy visiting with them when we’re back home. Their kids are great and our kids love playing with them. It’s all good. And it’ll be good with you and me too. You’ll see. My Chickenpants windfall wont change me a bit, and you don’t have to feel weird about congratulating me. I promise. So go ahead, be happy for me.
Oh, and if you'd like your own Chickenpants, I'm sure Claire would love to help you out. Check her out at AbsolutelySmall. They're hip, they're cool, they're in pants. They're Chickenpants! (And they actually come from Cool, CA - how could they not be cool?)