They're Alive! They're Alive!

Oh happy day! For weeks, Shlomo and I have been worried sick about our friends/restaurant acquaintances the Molay, Molay, Molays. We finally decided that they had moved, or worse...had been forced to have face transplants and were living under the witness protection program due to some unseemly event they had witnessed in our neighborhood or at Neiman Marcus. Hey, those pushy perfume girls sometimes have it coming...all I'm sayin'. Alas, they are alive. Alive, I tell you. Alive. And, with the same faces.

We had gone to a little seafood dinner. We were almost finished, when Shlomo said, "Look, is that the Molay, Molay, Molays?" I had just played a similar game to throw one of my fried shrimp on his plate because I did not want it and was convinced that this was some sort of retribution on his part. I did not even really look and said that it was not. Ah distraction, such a great method to get rid of unwanted food.

Then, a few minutes later, I looked. It was them. We finished our dinner and went over to say hello. There was hugging involved. Actual hugging. They have been fine and we sort of, almost made plans to get together. And, no one had had a face transplant. Turns out, that worry was for naught.

Parenthetically, I know I have been posting sporadically lately. Sadly, I don't really see a change in that until the semester is over. However, my four readers are very important to me. So, check back. Sometimes, procrastination in writing a paper can cause me to do some very odd things.