Mud Dwellers

"And now we can also start to find a weekend where you and Martin can visit us in our private mud hole just north of Trekroner station ( bring boots - not the fancy ones... :-) )"

Words from an email sent by my brother-in-law (now known as BIL in this blog) many months ago that we should arrange a date to visit them at their new home. We never got around to attempting to make an arrangement until recently, when my little nephew was born.

We agreed on a Saturday, but they told us the day before that they were too tired/had no time, so we postponed our visit to the following Saturday. The day before the following Saturday, they told us again that they were too tired (I suppose their little baby was not giving them an easy time).

So we asked about another Saturday, but my sister-in-law (who will be known as Yellow Goddess) had friends visiting so no, that was not a good day. What about Monday (a bank holiday in Denmark)? No, not good either since my parents-in-law were paying them a visit, so they won't have enough food for two more people... . Anyway, we finally agreed on 1st of June, though I wasn't counting on it to happen.

Needless to say, by this time, I was feeling that Yellow Goddess doesn't want me to visit her mud hole for some reason or another. True enough, the truth was revealed on Tuesday:

BIL to Martin: If you guys want to come visit us, then Yellow Goddess wants Sheila to call her and ask for an invitation. She is angry because Sheila did not say "Congratulations" to her when she was pregnant.

WTH?!? "Oh Yellow Goddess, please have mercy on your lowly servant! Let me bow to you so you can use me as your footstool. Congratulations on your coming Porky baby prince - you give life, and you take life."

Yeah, right. As Martin said to the above condition: "When hell freezes over!" The mud dwellers can keep their wanabe Golden Invitation to themselves for all I care! I'd rather spend my time and money on better things than going all the way to no man's land to visit mud dwellers who think their mud hole is the most sacred place on earth whereby only Golden Invitations go out to those worthy of stepping foot in. I'll take my fancy boots somewhere else.

Let me tell you a secret though: the REAL reason why I'm not allowed into her mud hole is that she is embarrassed to let me see how small this mud hole of hers really is ;o). But more of that in another post... .