Counting laps at the race track Saturday nite with my sister.
Me: So. Sister.
Me: So help me figure out the time line about this...
She: Okay, what?
Me: Did Mom decide to move...
She: Gives me a apphrehnesive look...
Me: Did Mom decide to move back here...
She: gives me a nervous look...
Me: Did Mom decide to move back here, back here to our little home town...
She: looking like a deer caught in the headlights...
Me: Did Mom decide to move back here, back here to our little home town... blink. blink. blink.
Me: Before or after... blink. blink. blink.
Me: Before or after I said I was moving to San Francisco?
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She: We wondered how long it would take you to connect those dots.
Me: feeling proud of myself for connecting those dots. It only took about a week.
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She: Totally mere coincidence, swear.
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Jacob Poems
Actually I think it was all about the same time but I swear that the one has nothing to do with the other. It is kinda weird tho. I often hear about old granny woman moving to be near their kids---then the kids move away. So, when did you say you decided to move? I hope I at least get to see you. I guess neither of us knows the "when" yet, right? If I was really mean I'd say I hope you can't go but I know you really want to so I won't.
San Fran has lots of fog you know. (how do you feel about fog?)
Posted by: Poogie | Wednesday, August 02, 2006 at 12:21 AM
Fog is okay - anything to do with being near the beach makes it okay.
Posted by: MsShadow | Thursday, August 03, 2006 at 01:20 AM
ya, I know what you mean, I love the beach and here I am moving further away. One of my priorities will be to be abel to get to go every year or so.
Actaully I like fog too.
Posted by: Poogie | Thursday, August 03, 2006 at 07:27 PM