"Motel Morocco"

Our policy: Our door is always open...(me: why??)

OK, I'm serious now, I am going to start charging people who sleep at out house, or I am going to leave a donation cup with a sad looking picture of myself in the guest room, with some fuzz and corroding pennies inside of it. Or better yet, I am going to get a change cup and a cane and knock on the guest room door in the middle of the night , rattling my change-can. Yeah, I like that one.

Last night takes the cake, taht's why, I'm going to start charging.

There will be 5 exceptions to the charge:
1)MY friends and family
2)If you are married to a Moroccan
(cause odds are if you married a moroccan (and you yourself are either half or not Moroccan at all), you were either:
a) drunk
b) in love or
c) totally unaware of your surroundings
and in that case, you will need shelter and a place to escape to)
3) a cute and cuddly animal who cleans after themselves
4) Habibi's friend Rashad
5) Vin Diesel (in that case, you can sleep with me **wink wink**)

Those who will be charged a hefty fee:
1)People too lazy to go home to their own homes
(especially when you live 10 blocks away)
2)Moroccans we don't know
3)SIL's family
4)SIL
5)George W. Bush

P.S. Breakfast and a bathrobe are not included!

Let me tell ya why:

Last night I am innocently watching the season finale of various TV shows when BIL comes into the room saying he has to talk to me about something important. Habibi is in another borough picking up his paycheck and having dinner with friends, SIL is BIL forever shadow and chatterbox.

The important thing to ask me is: "remember so-and-so who was here once and then gone tomorrow? Well, he has a cousin's best-friend's sister who was visiting with her fiancee and before they could step onto the plane to get back to Morocco one of them somehow managed to trip and fall and crack their cocunut open all over the boarding bridge at JFK and could we please pick them up from a hospital so far away and ancient that it just so happened my dad was born there and bring them to our house to sleep, eat and poop? Is it ok with you, Stacey?"

Knowing full well that Habibi's belief that a Moroccan need is our new best friend, I agree. All is well the girl comes back without finacee who has to have some tests done. We all eat and go to bed around 1 a.m. At 2:45 a.m. some crazy-ass hospital worker with no common sense calls the house to wake me up out of a seriously deep REM sleep to ask me where I live and when will I be picking ole boy up from too far away from equator hospital? I tell her I don't even know where the f*ck (yes I did) I am now and bang on SIL door and let them deal with it. Hey, it's not me driving to pick them up, I just make and turn down the beds. Ugh! So random and yet so annoying. I am cranky and tired and I do feel bad for people who go away on vacation and have bad things happen to them. I am glad we could help but this is getting a bit out of hand.

As my dad always says, "a friend is need, is a pest!"