The Demise of my Wife is Greatly Exaggerated

Several people have called very concerned about my wife. Since I haven't blogged about her return, saying she was home safely, she must not be okay.

Fearing the worse, since there have been no major plane crashes reported in the past couple days, her flight must have fallen into some space-time continuum (circe Michael Crichton novel "Airframe").

Or somehow she got trapped on an island in the South Pacific (nevermind that she was on an Atlantic flight) with these crazy people called "the Others" who are obsessed with women's reproductive organs and this smoke animal that eats all evil people (circe LOST, tv show).

Or she was never really in the Ukraine, and the Ukraine trip for the past 10 years has really been a cover for a secret government spy group that is trying to unravel a terrorist group called SD-6. Amy was rushed off to South America (Colombia to be exact) to battle toe-to-toe with her Arch Nemesis who was attempting to dethrone the American Economy by spoiling all the coffee beans (ie- no Starbucks, no economy). (Circe ALIAS, tv show).

Or, I'm going to go out on a limb here, we're both very tired. Amy's mother-in-law could have been in town for Amy's arrival on Tuesday and Wednesday, and then Amy and I could have spent Thursday up @ C28, and not really have had a chance to tell the world she's okay.

Whatever her "excuse" is, she will be posting on CFMissions.org very soon, and I'll let you know when it's up.

Thanks for those of you that continually check in. Seriously, thank you.

Comments

[Chuck]

I had a FEELING about that ALIAS thing. And to think... I stand with my back to her for hours at a time. *shudder*

[Daniel]

That's strange. I thought she had been flying her secret government built spaceship and accidentally crashed on the planet Melmac and decided to stay and live with a family there in a surreal reversal of television history.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ALF_(TV_series)

[Jeff Reed]

I was wondering why she kept asking me to pick up the neighborhood stray cats...

[Chuck]

You know, Jeff... I do a KILLER ALF impression. I once did a radio commercial for a friend that ran a store called the "Feed Loft" - big store for pets and farm animal food. I did the commerical as ALF calling him and asking if he had any CAT FOOD. After he went on and on about the IAMS and the Cat Chow and all that, I asked, in my best ALF voice, if I could have a Persion on rye or a Whisker omelette!

Ha! I Kill me! Yo Willie!

[RC of strangeculture]

This is a great post Jeff...i love your pop culture refrences...and you think i'm weird? :-)

[Jeff Reed]

You are weird. I can't even spell Kashi/Kaski/Kashki... yet you guys are eating it happily?

Uh, for the rest of you, read strangeculture's stab at pop-cultural randomality

http://strangeculture.blogspot.com/2007/08/speaking-of-cereal.html