Seriously, this isn't good. My little cousin, Skeeter, is on a mission. Yep, and unfortunately it concerns me. You see a while back she made a comment about me needing to get married and I said something about her Uncle Andrew not being married and I don't really have to worry about getting married until he does. Basically, I was just trying to divert her attention to some other poor shlump. Well, Uncle Andrew proposed to his lovely girlfriend Mandy, over the weekend.
YEAH! CRAP!
Now Little Miss Skeeter has turned her attention back to me. Lovely! Just lovely. Do you know what she said to me? She told me I better get busy. Like finding some guy to marry you is a pretty easy thing to do. "Just find someone." That is what she said to me. I was joking around with her and said, "Well, Skeet...you better get to looking for me because I haven't had much luck." I really thought she would laugh at that but the little turd didn't skip a beat and said in a VERY serious voice, "OK, I'll find you a cute guy but then you have to fly back her to meet him." That is when I realized she wasn't joking at all. She is serious...so I started laughing and told her we'd have to see about that...plane tickets were kind of expensive. She told me to start saving because she was going to be looking for me.
I have a funny feeling that she is going to give every single man between the ages of 19 and 80 the third degree in the pursuit of a possible suitor for me. The worst part of it is that I will actually be home in July. Knowing her she will have a date all set up for me. Just what I need a 9 year old match maker. Seriously, when she makes up her mind about something she is pretty darn stubborn.
I'm totally screwed. You know she is going to get way to much encouragement in this endeavor.
If I was really thinking I would have told her that Cindy has to get married first.......HEY, I have time to call her before she goes to school this morning......hmmmmm. Sorry Cindy, I think it must be done.
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HAHAHAHHAHA I fucking love her.
Just thinking about it gives me a headache. I'm now officially scared to come home. Lord knows what that kid will dig up for me.
I have enough trouble with men. I do not need any help.
maybe that is the problem...you have trouble because you don't have the right help. I'm sicking Matchmaker Skeeter on your ass.
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