Do you remember when you were a kid and you REALLY wanted to do something, but you were just sure your parents were going to say no? I had a flash of this not long ago when I wanted to do something, I didn’t think Nick would object, and he didn’t – but Mollie, now that was a different story.
You see I’m the lucky blogger thats getting to meet up with Sunny soon. She and I made our plans to meet a while back and recently decided on a location. I’ve been lucky enough to meet with several bloggers over the years. Eve was first and Mollie was not thrilled about that at the time. She was about fourteen and very suspicious of ‘online strangers’, just as I’d taught her to be. During Eve’s first visit Mollie was very possessive, she couldn’t have marked her territory any more clearly if she’d peed on me. But Eve soon won her over and they’re still friends.
Mollie was not thrilled when Nick and I flew to California to meet Grace, A Day in the Life, and Ceeci, who also had a wonderful blog at the time, Eve was along on that one too. Now when I had the chance to meet Florida Dom when he flew into our fair city one time Mollie was even more disapproving.
“Mom! You’re going to meet a strange man? Are you crazy?”
“He’s a really nice man and your dad’s not worried.” I pointed out.
“Well somebody needs to worry!” She pointed out.
But all my visits have gone well and she’d started to calm down until I mentioned I was flying off to meet Sunny. “You’re flying to meet her – all by yourself?” She knows I’m a little worried about flying, and I’ve never done it alone.
I confirmed that I was and the look I got from her reminded me so much of my mother. “And just what do you know about this woman?” she wanted to know.
I told her Sunny’s real name and her husband’s name and that I’d seem pictures of them both.
“That’s good,” she told me, “we know pictures can’t be faked.”
“I’ve talked to her on the phone – she let me borrow those outfits to wear when we went to LJ’s wedding.”
I continued to get ‘the look’. Finally she said, “You realize she’s probably a serial killer don’t you.” (She told me the same thing about Eva, Grace, Ceeci and Florida Dom).
“She is not!” I told her firmly.
“All right then, but before you go I want her phone number and her husband’s number and their home address.”
“Hmmm… about that home address. They travel around the country in an RV.” I told her.
Stony silence. Then, “Well, I guess that would make it easier to hide the bodies.”
Poor Mollie – but I still feel safe. My worries run to the more mundane. What do you wear when you meet a serial killer for the first time?