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I got a message on my voicemail last night. Turns out my folks are reading my blog ..

Hi Mom, Hi Dad.

Why didn’t we tell you? Because all of this job stuff is a little like making babies… how soon do you have to tell everyone about a baby? When you’re safely past the first trimester? Immediately after seeing the little pink thingie on the stick?

Blow by blow while you’re still TRYING?

Besides, we weren’t really “trying,” it just sort of happened during a rash moment last spring. Margaritas may or may not have been involved. And now we’re smack in the middle of what is turning out to be a very difficult decision, and we have to make it without being too distracted by the folks (as loving and supportive as they are) sitting in the bleachers.

Don’t worry, I feel for you.  I’ve got the same nosy parental deal, going the other way, with my son’s Facebook page.  Some people think it’s icky that I even have access to my son’s Facebook page.  Other people think I should not only read his page but report all his Facebooking friends to their parents. 

I’m just saying!

My husband has been offered a job in another state, and for the first time ever the people offering him the job are wooing me as well.  They are flying both of us in later today to attend meetings (him), interview for possible jobs (me), visit schools (me again), and tour the area with a real estate agent (both of us).

It’s amazing.  They even sent me my very own itinerary.

Of course, the intersection of blogging and the real world is rather complicated here — we are still in the midst of negotiations, and I’m not entirely sure who reads this blog.  It’s not that it’s some big national secret, but more a set of decisions that my husband and I need the privacy and space, just now,  to negotiate on our own, e.g.:

• Could we bring our woodstove?  So much better than slankets.
• Do they sell self-cleaning houses there?  I want one of those.
• Can they send all my friends their own itineraries, too?
• My 12-year-old daughter has presented us with extensive documentation that this land-locked state has tsunamis, plus also hordes of murderers and plagues of locusts.  Can these allegations be confirmed?

Anyway, I’ll be gone from Blogville for the next few days, and hopefully our family won’t require too many more laxatives.