Well, some of you thought that MOS was perhaps the cure, or at least related, to TDS. Sadly, this is not the case. Trust me, if I had the cure for TDS I would be doing some serious marketing for it. And I'd give some proceeds to Annie so she can go to Disney World, since I don't think I'll make it to her yard sale today. And I'd give some to Buffy to go to Disney World if she doesn't win her KOSY competition.
Anyway, MOS is Missing Out Syndrome. It's what happens when you feel depressed/bummed/sad/despondent cuz people you know are having fun and they're having it without you. This syndrome is frequently manifested in my family. Like my brothers that thought it would be a good idea to become smart at universities outside of Utah. Don't be mad at those of us who remained here and get to hang out. You're the ones who left. Their MOS is manifested by frequent phone calls, which always magically come during family dinner or games (which, ironically, my parents always answer even though they say not to answer the phones during family time), random one-line emails and conversations that involve them asking all sort of random information that they normally would never care to get from their younger sister.
But it's okay, brothers. I'm not mocking. Well, not much. I got MOS back when I was in AZ. And you know what I did? I moved home. That's the cure. Come back.
If you're not sure if you've ever experienced MOS, think of how you feel after I tell you that Edward Cullen personally invited me to go see Twilight with him. It's true. He sent me an email to a private party and asked ME to come. At first I was confused as to how he got my email address. Then I remembered that he's a phenomenally rich vampire and technology limits mean nothing to him. So, if you're feeling a little left out that you didn't get a personal email...that's MOS.