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Monday, April 10, 2006

Trapped in Haoleville

You may have noted our prolonged absence. It has been a long, arduous month for the Birdonnell clan. Our trials have been many. Our suffering can only be described as "great". But we are back, and we are doing much, much better.

I do not mean to be dramatic, but where there is life, drama will follow. Like a stray dog who refuses to either make direct eye contact with you or stop following along behind your footsteps, drama will follow. Here is why we have not been blogging:
It started off as an innocent enough March day. Lori, Landy, and Andrew puttering around our island paradise in a Honda Civic that lacked for nothing. Four cylinders running to perfection, the sun smiling overhead, and palm trees swaying to the beat of our radio. The young family made their way up the winding roads of Capital Hill. Their goal? A delicious breakfast meal at the legendary purveyor of food and fine spirits: Coffee Care.

Something was wrong, though. The birds were still and the breeze was strong from the East. Omens were ignored as the family pushed its way into Coffee Care's faux adobe interior. "Where are the crayons? Where are the crayons?" Landy yelled. We always vow beforehand that we won't let him eat them, but he's got this look... I'll describe it as best I can some other time, but the action must commence. As Landy ran into a booth to look for crayons, Lori and Andrew noticed something different about the restaurant. Instead of the wait staff, there was a group of pale-skinned people standing in a semi-circle and staring at us.

One of them stepped forward, a tall, hale, blonde fellow in khaki shorts, a flower-print shirt, white socks, and sandals. "Greetings, brother and sister," he said. "We're so glad you could join us."

We did our best to explain that we had only come for Cinnamon French Toast, that we weren't looking for trouble. As we were soon to find out, though, looking for trouble can sometimes be as needless a task as looking for hair in your sink's drain. That is to say, it's always there. Looking for you.

Our saga continues.... here: www.metabirdonnell.blogspot.com

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