. . . which roughly translates as "Oh, My Gosh! Down For Whatever in Wichita!"
Kari, Ellie, and I are road-tripping through the great state of KS this weekend. Where we'll stop, nobo-- ok, everyone knows we're stopping in Wichita, and I realize that joke wasn't very funny. I'm just so excited about finding some new digs and the chance to get some QT Fremamily time with Kristi and Mary.
I'm looking at a few apts to rent, a few condos to purchase, and a room in the house of a guy in my MFA program. He seems really nice, but the kicker is . . . he has "exotic" pets. He has exotic pets, and yet I can't get a puppy. wtf. I told him I'm expecting a partial rent remission if a snake eats me. eeeek.
Wish us luck as we mingle among the movers and shockers. More lame WSU jokes to follow.
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