floridaI had some old friends from California visiting this week (not staying with me, though). Monday was an open house of sorts -- and really, it felt like the old-school days, all the people gathered under the same roof once more. The only caveat was the munchkins running around. As one friend put it, "It's just like it was back then, except you're like, 'where did all these kids come from?" One of them was hers, so she should know.
LilBro was relieved when I finally arrived, because until then, he was apparently the only one without a kid. Then FloridaGal came, and then I was the only non-parent/non-coupled-person there. But that's ok. I didn't mind borrowing a few kids for awhile.
Anyway, during one of the random conversations I drifted in and out of, the mother/wife of the California family was talking to FloridaGal (no doubt to assure herself that it is no joke LilBro has found himself such an awesome girlfriend -- because, hey, Mrs. California knew him back when, too). The discussions turned towards Florida, particularly Tampa, where FloridaGal is from. Mrs. California mentioned that she has a cousin living in Tampa, who used to live (somewhere nearby) until he got a job out there. As a news reporter.
"Huh," I think to myself. "I, too, have a cousin in Tampa that is a news reporter. I wonder if they could possibly work for the same station?"
Why, yes, as it turns out, indeed they do.
Crazy.
FloridaGal insists that this news station was her favorite, but we're not sure if she isn't just being polite.
[Oh, and we don't have the same cousin. But we're curious to know if they've ever worked on a story together.]
