On the Occasion of Anniversaries
This stunning brunette came walking into my office area, looked at my hat, and put it on her head. “Nice hat,” she said.
This stunning brunette came walking into my office area, looked at my hat, and put it on her head. “Nice hat,” she said.
Number One Son took a particular delight in the opportunity for wanton destruction, popping two out of three of his targets. Since everyone wins a prize, the lady in the booth showed him his prize options for hitting two balloons – to which he replied, “No thanks; I’m only in it for the popping.”
We needed no further proof that we were well away from the Washington DC craziness than driving past a sign for a business called “Hell Yeah Watersports.” Within a 100 mile radius of the DC area, that same company would have incorporated under the name “Safe-n-Legal Watersports.”
It’ll be interesting to see what shakes out of the Derecho storm. The 911 service in most of NoVa went dead – people were asked to bring emergencies (or reports of same) to police/fire stations. Cell coverage was spotty at best, AT&T lost a few towers – and the POTS (plain old telephone system) went down as well. In the absence of internet, cell, and dial tone, 911 not working seems redundant if no one can call anyway.
I left SOBUMD snoring, sleeping like a baby, albeit a baby in the NICU with a chest tube, three IV lines, oxygen, an NG stomach tube, and a catheter. Of course, babies probably don’t get as much morphine as she got, so at least she’s got that going for her.