Good News #1.
New guns, new guns, new guns, I got New Guns!
You shall see them tomorrow.
Bad News #1
It was too darn hot to sleep yesterday, so I’m going to the rack as soon as this posts.
Good News #2
I also finally got an email from the Professor. He’s a little pissed that I am working on a substitute, so one portion of it is full of four letter words and phrases that question the legitimacy of my birth, but I figure that if he’s half as pissed off at me as I am about him, I’m still twice as pissed as he is.
The title of the message was “I’m working my way back to you, babe�
I seriously hope that he isn’t meaning me and that someone I don’t know got CC’d on that. Otherwise I’m going to have to kick his ass for calling me ‘Babe’, something I’ve told him explicitly not to do, especially in person.
Other than that, he hasn’t told me a single thing about the “ASSignment� he keeps yakking about, which would peak my curiosity if I wasn’t wanting to send him to the ER for tweaking out.
I guess that this could also be considered ‘Good News’, but I’m doubled up on it and don’t want to push my luck right now; I’ve got the negotiations done for the Professor’s substitute finished and hopefully, Dr. Thai will be swinging by later today for an intro and a photo. He will definitely be here next week if Booty flakes out.
Dr. Thai works with the Professor and specializes in legs, so hopefully the temporary transition won’t be too odd.
Anyway, here is the pic that Booty sent in his email. He said something about the fact that he was feeling blue and then he met this girl.
I sometimes wish I could require drug checks on my co-poster.
When I went to Thailand with Uncle Sugar’s Big Grey Canoe Club, the Command Master Chief of the boat told us on the port brief, “if you put on a Thai, wear a raincoat…”