Here's the deal: The General's younger sister, known to loyal OCH readers as Munchkin, is *thisclose* to graduating from Drake University as a bona fide pharmacist. Currently she's fulfilling the last of her academic requirements by participating in five week rotations at various facilities in both Illinois and Iowa. For her current rotation she's stationed in Peoria, and seeing as how it cuts her daily commute significantly, she's taken up weekday residence in the basement of MC Headquarters. Now, before you go and paint a dismal picture of her accommodations in your head, I assure you that she's in good hands complete with her own furnished bedroom, a private bath with multi-ply toilet paper, and is one floor away from any unexpected walk-throughs of unclothed nephews.
Wednesday night, Munchkin posted this as the label on that evening's blog post: "plus I'm having an awkward conversation with Mrs. MC". I have been privy to plenty of awkward conversations involving both Munchkin and Mrs. MC (as well as fellow sisters-in-law AL and The Bride) and I'll admit that I had to fight back a little jealously upon reading that label. I was bummed to the max that I couldn't be there to take part in the awkwardness. I mean, keeping it real here, awkward conversations with my sisters-in-law are among my favorite type of conversation to have. As I examined my little blip of ugly awkward conversation envy, I started to realize that I might know the source for this inappropriate reaction.
You see, something tells me our little Munchkin is seriously throwing around the idea of blowing this Popsicle stand we call Illinois come spring for warmer pastures, namely a place she fondly refers to as FMB. I may be way off here, but these sub-zero temperature days and treacherous drives through sleet, snow, and ice indicate that our warm weather lover might have had just about enough of the bitter winter months we are faced with as mid-westerners. I can't say I blame her. Munchkin is young, single, footloose and fancy-free...the world is her oyster and we've all encouraged her to make the decision that she feels is best for her (while also making as much money as possible, as directed by her wise older brothers) where ever that may lead her. There's really nothing keeping her here, unless of course you count nine amazing nieces and nephews who adore her, four siblings who share a rich history with her that no one else ever will, four of the most outstanding, hilarious, fun-loving in-laws this side of the Mississippi, a loving father who also serves as an instant on-site dog sitter for his furry granddaughter, a kick-ass grandma, life-long friends, and a mile long list of cousins, aunts & uncles who think she's just about the greatest thing since sliced bread.*
(*If you see this as my subtle attempt to convince her to stay in Illinois, I wouldn't say you're wrong.)
Given that, I think my little jealously flair-up has a little bit to do with my subconscious preparing me for her departure. I would be totally happy for her of course but also freely admit that I'd miss her pretty hard core if she decides to take up residence several states away. So, after making this little breakthrough, this is where my grand scheme began to take shape.
I don't have all the details worked out yet, but here's a basic outline: In the event that Munchkin chooses to begin her professional career in a location more than five hours from the town of her childhood, I think it would be only fair for her to spend a five week stint, Monday-Friday, at each of her siblings homes before leaving allowing us to soak up as much of Munchkin as possible before she packs up her Prada & hits the road. It would give all of us an opportunity to engage in fun activities like snacking on Twinkies as an after dinner snack, posting Facebook status updates about each other from the same room, and partaking in plenty of awkward conversations after the kiddies have been put to bed. This way, she'd be able to spend enough quality time with her nieces & nephews and brothers & sisters to get her through those lonely days far from home. It's really a win-win situation I'm proposing here.
I'm just throwing it out there as an option, Munchkin. No one's asking for an answer from you today. Mull it over, make a pro-con list if you must. It's just an idea.
And as a side note, in case A or any of Munchkin's other Florida cronies are reading this: I'm gonna have to ask you to keep it down over there in your sunshine and sandy beaches for the time being while she contemplates this offer. Thanks for your cooperation!