Still having moments when the idea would randomly pop in our heads producing moments of panic. Moments when we realized that forest fires, power outages, earthquakes, and dirty hippies were going to be a part of our reality and lives. Moments when we realized that our lives in Minnesota would be gone forever only to exist as fond memories.
We had thought that we were going to be escaping Minnesota unscathed and unharmed.
That we were going to leave while still under the radar of "Minnesota Nice" with our dry humor and sacarisms still in tack.
To be able to leave un-noticed by "The Land of 10,000 Lakes" never fully understanding the appeal of Garrison Keillor.
To disappear the "Land of Hotdishes" with out ever having cracked open a can of cream of ______ soup.
To escape the land of "No Alchohol Sales on Sunday" to hopefully find a civilized area where liquor flows freely (hello Sonoma!).
However to think such things would be a grave mistake for the great state of Minnesota had other ideas:
Jury duty for Nick.
We obvisously did not start planning our escape from Minnesota quick enough. Minnesota realized after nearly five years we were trying to make our escape. That we had plans to hack our way through the frozen tundra and make our way to (literally) the greener pastures of California, and so the bitch of a state decided to punish Nick with jury duty.
Not quick enough we were with our escape.
Minnesota, what a bitch.
1 comments:
too funny...minnesota tried to punish me with jury duty when i left too...i got out of it though since i was going to be out of state...can't wait to read your posts when you are in cali...especially when you first get there and are adjusting...good fun.
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