Karma.
Tonight the MC clan and I went out to eat for my last night here. While we were eating we were talking about how long I'm going to be in DSM and that I'll probably stay for Relays. Diesel (or Tank, I can't remember which is which... the older one) asked what Relays is. I told him it's a big track meet and he asked if I am on the track team. Insert Mrs. MC's uncontrollable laughter.
A few minutes later, Mrs. MC reached over to snag some of Tank's fries. Again I'm referring to the younger one, I forget their aliases. As she was pulling said fistful of stolen fries back toward her plate she knocked over her freshly refilled glass of vanilla Coke Zero. I immediately began laughing out loud. I'm aware of how inappropriate this was, but again couldn't help it.
A big thanks to the MC for letting me be a leech for the last five weeks and for all the free meals. I promise to give you rave reviews online for being a top notch B&B... even if I am walking away with the nickname "basement Munchkin." (Real name hidden to protect my precious and perfect identity.
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So where did you eat? And you didn't give an update on Dexter. Did he miss you these past two days?
Our lives will never be the same.
I'm going to miss you living with the MCs as well. Your blog posting has never been so entertaining (or frequent).
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