Mother has a similar saying. Of course, what she really means is that you know you've made a success of things (her phrase) when your rate of invitations received to those extended coasts along at a ratio of two hundred to one, year in and year out, with no fuss on your part at all. There are perhaps four or five elderly witches she allows across the threshold, not counting you and me and the handful of family she's got left. And yet the post owls groan with burden of delivering all her correspondence.
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