Its a Small Small World

Too freakishly small by far!

I've traveled many hundreds of miles in pursuit of one teensy goal:

To live no less than 500 miles from any blood family member. ( Toria Excepted. I'll keep her)

This is a goal with a decided purpose. The more mileage between myself & my blood family, the better we get along. This has been demonstrated over the last 10 years or so.

So yesterday, I'm chatting with my sister (with whom I get along because we live many miles and a few states apart) and what do I find out? MY FREAKING COUSIN BOUGHT LAND IN TENNESSEE!!!! And, my uncle thinks it would be just DANDY to move out there WITH MY AUNT (I'm pretty sure my Aunt is insane, and she's pretty sure I'm the whore of Babylon and Benedict Arnold rolled up into one not so compact package. Truth is, we're too much alike to co-exist in the same universe!).

Now really, what are the odds here?

All I have to say is that 1. I got there first, damnit! and 2. He better not disturb my chickens and alpacas, or I'm gonna get a step stool and some rustly pliers and get all Medeval on his hinnie!

Grrr.