another reason...

for mommy's sister (and brother-in-law and maxxy) to get the hell out of dodge las cruces, new mexico... soon. reallyvery soon. reallyveryfreakin'veryvery soon. at least that's what mommy thinks after she discovered this while perusing another blog (okay, it was dave barry's crummy-but-often-pretty-entertaining little blog... if you have to know, and apparently you did.). not that rocket racing doesn't sound cool, mind you, but it also sounds... noisy. and, correct me if i'm wrong, but can all that rocket activity be good for the environment? last time i looked, the desert's eco-system was fragile... it's probably difficult for all those desert critters to maintain an up-beat attitude when surrounded by so much brown every stinking day of their miserable lives, doncha think? imagine the havoc that will be wreaked upon their very souls once the games begin. i sense an uprising of catastrophic proportions! armadillos marching arm in arm with tarantulas & coyotes! roadrunners racing ahead of the fray using acme bazookas to lob scorpions into the gathered masses of rocket race revelers. the only thing that might save 'em all will be those aliens who've been hiding out in area 51 all these years. on the other hand, those f*ckers probably have some pretty awesome rockets of their own. yep. mommy's sister better git the hell outta new mexico while the gittin's still good. that's my story, and i'm stickin' with it.