I found out over the weekend that my nomadic aunt and uncle—a corpulent and litigious pair—have just sold their California trailer, and are moving back to Illinois. A couple of years ago, Calfornie was the place they out to be, but no more I guess.
“Yeah, they sold their trailer, bought a new one on the Internet—in Eureka—and they’re coming back,” said my brother.
“How they getting here? Covered wagon? Circus Train?” I asked.
“Nope, they’re taking the Crown Vic.”
My mom is always bursting with news of her siblings, their spouses, and their children. Since the stories play out like a Jerry Springer marathon, I almost never want to hear about them.
On Friday night as she wore on, and on about the her sister, I clamped my hands tightly over my ears closed my eyes and gave her the, “La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La.” treatment. She laughed, got the hint, and we got back to talking about what matters.
Like how Jennifer Aniston must be handling the arrival of baby Shiloh.
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It's the California trailer real estate boom.
You can't even afford a good doublewide out there anymore. Plus, they're called tornado magnets for a reason. You gots to be in the midwest for the summer storm season and to track the carnage via the Doppler 3000 Super Storm cam.
Yee-haw!
I love family redneck stories, unless they're my family.
your mom sounds fun!! really! if i did that to mine she's call me names !
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