About two or three weeks ago, El Senor moved to Salt Lake City. He got a job up there, so he's been living with PM and CF while he has been looking at housing options. It must be said that for the past several months, El Senor has lived down the street from me and The Boy. I miss him. I knew that I'd miss him. Especially during fall semester, I wasn't doing anything socially with anyone on a regular basis besides El Senor. Additionally, he'd come over several nights a week and we'd watch our TV shows together. Monday's were for 24. Tuesdays were for House. Wednesdays were for Lost and Law & Order.
So today, The Boy came home to our apartment and said, "So is El Senor coming over for 24 tonight?"
I said, "Uh... El Senor lives in Salt Lake, The Boy."
He responded, "Since when did that happen??"
Apparently someone manages to stay out of the family loop, despite the fact that he lives with me.
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Oh, I was going to ask you to say hello to The Boy for me, but then I remembered you don't really know who I am. Shoot. That makes me feel rather nytpfzed. (it was the word verification and seemed appropriate)
Ah, but we figured out who you are! A little bit of sleuthing.
So the word verification thing for me is ophprqr.It looked like "Oprah" for a minute.
And the brother's confusion continues.
Ah, but of course. Forgive me for underestimating the power of detective-moms.
Limon? =The Boy?
Limon does not = The Boy.
The Boy never ceases to amaze me in his uncanny resemblance to daltonboy, jr. Un. Canny.
In my family, it's not moving so much as babies that get overlooked. We'll get together for reunions and there will be cousins that look like they're ready for elementary school, and I'll be like, "Who are these people?"
Wouldn't it be hilarious if you moved out and The Boy had no clue about that? Well, it made me giggle...
I kind of feel sorry for The Boy. In my family, I'm always the last to know. My mom will tell everyone, even Clone 2, but I will be left out the loop.
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