Expatriation Rumors Heat Up, Pickup Steam, Verily Smolder

Assorted grumblings have been wafting across the gossip airwaves. I’ve seen boxes packed, tourist guide books perused and luggage equal parts purchased and packed. I’m not sure if it amounts to anything, but I’m guessing probably not. By the way, when is this “Puerto Rico” time period I keep hearing about?

Heard something on the airwaves about us getting out of Dodge, but I`ll believe it when I live it.
Heard something on the airwaves about us getting out of Dodge, but I`ll believe it when I live it.

I’m thinking it’s in the future, since everybody keeps talking about it in the future tense, but I don’t think that counts for much, because it’s actually in a future conditional tense, which has uncertainty built right in to it.

A quick check of my history books says there hasn’t been a “Puerto Rico” time period, though there has been a place, whatever that means. I’m thinking this makes perfect sense since I’m still confident it’s a future place much like the fabled land of “when you’re older” I keep hearing about. Oddly, I can’t find that on my historicartograph either, so they’re probably near each other on the map.

Interestingly, I somehow think the 25-cent trolley ride at Chuck E. Cheese somehow plays in to it. If that’s the case, I hope so, because that thing only costs a single quarter for all three of us, though I don’t think it racks up any frequent flier miles.

I’ll be keeping my eye on the story as it develops, but I don’t see any truth to the rumors. I’m curious why all my toys are packed up, but I don’t think it means anything.

Also, can anybody tell me what a “big airplane” is for?

Above - You can't see Brendan in the picture, but he's there. Ever and forever the backseat driver, he hung out great and told us how to make the ride run rampantly delight-fun.
Above – You can’t see Brendan in the picture, but he’s there. Ever and forever the backseat driver, he hung out great and told us how to make the ride run rampantly delight-fun.
Above - The truth to the rumor is dubious, but if we go anywhere as fast as the trolley, we'll sure to be as blurry as we were for the cost of five nickels.
Above – The truth to the rumor is dubious, but if we go anywhere as fast as the trolley, we’ll sure to be as blurry as we were for the cost of five nickels.

 

Mr’s Po-tatofaces Deny ‘Mrs’ Status, We’re Plural

I’ve been called many things in my days on this earth, such as Mr. Reporter-Face, Mr. Poopy-Pants and even Mr. Smarty-Head. I don’t know anything about anything, let alone any of that, but I do know who Mr. Potato-Head is, and I know even better that when we use those facial accessories and stick them on our own heads, we are the Messrs. Po-tatoface. That’s right, you heard me, Messrs. Not “Mr’s” or “Mr.s” and most certainly not “Mrs.” Mr’s Potato-Head.

This is me as a potato-lipped stud... cooool.
This is me as a potato-lipped stud… cooool.

I know, it’s not a very exciting premise, but it’s all I got today.

We’re handsome upsidedown and we look good with our assorted prosthesis, and that’s pretty good if ever you’d bother to ask me.

Super.

Got nothing else, but we’re super busy prepping for our upcoming trip to wherever it is we’re going, so our schedules are pretty full these todays. Packing stuff now, got to go.

Good news though, once we see the fireworks for the fourth of Julie, whomever she is, we get to ship out. May not know who Julie is, let alone July IV, but if she’s got fireworks, I already know I like her.

Above - Good? Great? Maybe not but it's what we got, expecially on such short notice.
Above – Good? Great? Maybe not but it’s what we got, expecially on such short notice.
Above - Oh man, our faces are so potaty-like, and it's all great by me.
Above – Oh man, our faces are so potaty-like, and it’s all great by me.