So, friends you get some silver
Get a little gold
What did you bring me, my dear friend
To keep me from the gallows pole
I had the strangest day today.
I took the wrong keys.
Then, at work, I got two calls. One was from San Francisco; one was from New York. The first wants me to do one kind of training; the other, another.
The two calls involved three layers of management. I basically work for the Death Star, and we're on our way to Alderran.
They need me to put on my blast helmet and man my station.
Dont you look askance at me.
Just don't, you smug son of a bitch.
After that, I talked to my realtor. I am going to move. I need the capability to make more noise.
It's a state of love and trust.
There will be drums and guitars and pedals and lions and tigers and bears.
Oh my.
If this week ever ends, I will be going snowboarding on Saturday and Sunday. The mountain closes Sunday and there is a big fiesta. They dig out a large hole at the base and fill it with water for the 'pond skim.'
People ski or board down, wearing thongs and viking helmets, and try to hydroplane across the water. There are some fantastic, icy wipeouts.
Not me, though. I'm too smart for those kinds of shenanigans.
I took the wrong keys.
Then, at work, I got two calls. One was from San Francisco; one was from New York. The first wants me to do one kind of training; the other, another.
The two calls involved three layers of management. I basically work for the Death Star, and we're on our way to Alderran.
They need me to put on my blast helmet and man my station.
Dont you look askance at me.
Just don't, you smug son of a bitch.
After that, I talked to my realtor. I am going to move. I need the capability to make more noise.
It's a state of love and trust.
There will be drums and guitars and pedals and lions and tigers and bears.
Oh my.
If this week ever ends, I will be going snowboarding on Saturday and Sunday. The mountain closes Sunday and there is a big fiesta. They dig out a large hole at the base and fill it with water for the 'pond skim.'
People ski or board down, wearing thongs and viking helmets, and try to hydroplane across the water. There are some fantastic, icy wipeouts.
Not me, though. I'm too smart for those kinds of shenanigans.
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posted by Joe at
11:08 PM
6 Comments:
Good morning.
are they hiring ?
Don't ask "Are who hiring ?"
You know who. The Empire .
I have a blast helmet...
By "wrong" keys do you mean they just didn't feel right...like something was amiss...a disturbance in the force...
No, I took Stanette's landspeeder into Mos Eisley for a tune-up. She ran over a womp rat in Beggar's Canyon.
I took her office keys with me.
Yeah- I decided to join the Empire. I just don't think those scrappy rebels stand a chance. They are completely outgunned.
Because...
After all...
THIS BATTLE STATION IS FULLY OPERATIONAL!!!
mmm...lutefisk.
Where ya moving to?
"The neighbors have complained damn every night, the neighbors have complained damn every night."
-The Academy Is...
I am staying in Bozeman. Just moving to a bigger, more soundproof house.
My husband keeps insisting he needs a drum set in the basement.
Of course, Dear, as soon as you soundproof the basement.
Three kids, my husband and a drum set?
I'd be crazier in a week.
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