I have no idea what shit goes down at my house when I’m at work, but I’m sure it has something to do with all of my missing socks…and Mags. She secretly hordes them, I swear. I’ll find a random sock sticking out of the bottom of the bed or under a chair or strewn haphazardly on the floor and think “Where’s the matching one? How did that get there?” I see her looking at me all:
“What? OH, YOU THINK I DID THAT, IS THAT IT? I’M SUDDENLY THE BAD BITCH, NOW? PFFFFTT…PUHLEASE. I’M BETTER THAN THAT…WAIT. ARE YOU USING THAT SOCK RIGHT NOW?”
“You mean the one that I’m currently WEARING?”
“YEAH. NOT THAT I WANT IT, BUT ARE YOU? I SO COULD……..NEVERMIND.”
“Oh, yeah? I think you just put a clean comforter on your bed…”
*Gasp* “YOU WOULDN’T!”
“Who’s the bitch, now?”
*rips off sock* “Look, Maggie. I got a pretty socky for you!”
“Oh! GOODY, GOODY!! GIMMEE GIMMEE GIMMEE!!!!!!”
The word on the street that the Mob would have us relocate is getting to be more of a fact, than a rumor. Now the question remains as to where to relocate the wonderful Kayjai-kin? Aye, there’s the rub. We are still in limbo, but the horizon looks very wheat-fieldy or Island Life, The Extreme North Edition. Essentially, they want to haul us off to rural areas. Maybe we have been city-folk way too long for their liking? Ugh…go west old man, never seemed all that appealing to me. Can I get a witness? Hell, no we won’t go!
As an aside, Hubby is quaking in his high browns, but we remain positive until the hammer comes down all definitive-like. No use panicking about something that may not happen. With two daughters in Uni (D1 just got accepted to Nursing. Can I get a ‘hell yeah’?!) the prospects of having to go yonder ways to where they would have to either start a different university or stay here in residence is daunting and tipped on the side of inane. Ugh.
So for now, we sit and wait while the map is outstretched before the Mob Boss as he throws one hand over his closed eyes and with his other hand, juts his pointed finger towards the map and BAM! We have been relocated. Congratulations, Kayjai-folk!
And THAT, good people is how it’s done….