Bob was trying to convince me to move here. The city is gorgeous and the people are incredibly nice. I really do love the place. He bet me a head of lettuce (which is worth its weight in gold here) that I'd be married in a year. The town is so quaint that we kept asking questions about very practical matters ("Where do cars go when they die their final death?" -- they get crushed into a Wall-E sized box and shipped off the island) so I think he thought we were good candidates to live here.
Later in the day he asked me what I'd do if I lived here. I commented that working would be a challenge since all I know is TV. Then he mentioned that they need a manager at the NPR station (Locally referred to as "Raven Radio," their call letters are KCAW. I LOVE THIS TOWN!). On cue David moaned and said, "Oh no, now she IS going to move here."
What would happen if I went back to NYC and packed up Gus and my tiny apartment then moved it Sitka, Alaska? I wonder if I can pitch a show about it at work.
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Gus would love chasing salmon! My parents are spoiling him, buying him fancy bowls and grooming him for hours! Sounds like fun up there! Keep posting! Back to Ms. Crawling as-of-Friday!
Uh, no! You cannot move to flippin' Alaska!!! No no no!!!
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