The resident alien

So, many of you know that we moved last year to a different kind of visa in the US. (Yes, that's right - I'm an immigrant). The funny part to me is the language. (The not-so-funny part is the process.) But anyways - after years of being "temporary residents," we are now considered to be "resident aliens" in the US.

Resident aliens.

Roll the thought around in your head a few times.

Then roll it around in your imagination a couple more times.



Doesn't it make you want to snicker just a little? It's like being put in a family tree with Alf...or ET...or Mork.


Maybe I'll just put on a funny suit and go to the grocery store.


Or maybe at the next school I teach in this month, I'll just have to mention it.

"Hi. I'm an alien and I'll be teaching you art today."



I think I'd get some good responses...