Random Thursdays: Random Goodbyes

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

Dramatic Goodbye

I’m dedicating this Random Thursday to my sister-in-law Watson, who arrived almost exactly two years ago with her Swiss Mountain Dog for a week-long visit that sort of extended itself a little bit.

I’ve been storing up random stuff since she started making noises about moving to Texas, on the off-chance I couldn’t stop it from happening, but most of it was assembled in the past two weeks when it became obvious that I couldn’t.

The kids helped . . . by which I mean they kept trying to pronounce hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian and singing the Copabanana song  while I was putting this together.

Admit it, Watson.  You’ll miss us.

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So.  Many.  Movies.

Work Waste

I saw  Hansel & Gretel Witch Hunters in the theater.  Twice.

I own a copy now.  The extended version.

I also own Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead.

And Rocknrolla, 
The Losers, 
and the DVD half of most of the Marvel Universe and Peter Jackson’s Middle Earth milieu.

I have seen Run, Fat Boy, Run and The End of the World.

And I regret nothing.

ooooooooooooOOOOOooooooooooooo

We Taught Her the Song of Our People

Whenever two or more Wessons must find each other over a distance, one will call:

“Lala LA lala . . !”

And listen for the traditional response:

“ChicKEN!!!”

And when they have met, they must sing.

This is less of a joke than you’d think.

And useful in department stores, too.

ooooooooooooOOOOOooooooooooooo

hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian

Me:  Kids?  We have something to tell you.   Okay . . . Aunt Watson is moving to Texas.  She’s leaving this Saturday.

Jane: THIS Saturday? So soon?

Sunny: Hooray!

Watson:  What?

Me: What?

Sunny (hopping in excitement): We’re going to get a DOG!

Jane: What?

Me: Oh, honey . . . You know Jada’s going with her, right? Jada’s not staying here.

Sunny: I know! That means WE get a dog of our own! Because there’s gonna be room! Janie, we get a dog!

Watson: Umm . . .

Jane: REALLY?

Me: We’re NOT getting a dog. Sorry.  No.

Sunny:  Oh . . . I’ll miss you.

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I’ll Miss Our Comedy Tours of the Supermarket

Again, not too far off the truth.

The Deli Counter just won’t be the same.

Wow.  Guess I’ll have to depend on the lunchmeat of strangers now . . .

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 Crap.  I really didn’t think I was going to tear up.

Calm Goodbye

Dammit.

I’m going to have to buy my own GPS, aren’t I.

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I’m Already Waiting in Line

This isn’t a good enough reason to keep Watson from moving to Texas, but it’s a good enough reason to haul her rear back up here in August.

Otherwise, I’ll just be giggling and elbowing myself in the movie theater—
that isn’t a euphemism or anything, but it’s still not appropriate public behavior.

I mean it.

I’ll come get you.

Lala LA lala . . . .

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16 thoughts on “Random Thursdays: Random Goodbyes

    • Me, too…

      If you find a big box with air holes punched in it on your doorstep a few months from now, get the peanut butter open and start steaming broccoli . . .

    • Any small rodent we bring into this house will have a short, sharp, delicious life until Toby The Voracious Hunter passes from this domicile. Alas.

      And she is that awesome.

  1. So long and God Bless until we meet again. You will never know how much you have taught me. We cook at least once a week on the outside grill, you made dog lovers out of my grand daughters, you taught me it was ok to wear a hat in the winter because you knitted me one and best of all you taught my daughter what it was like to have a sister. The best of all and everything.

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