Very (un)Serious News

8/8/2012

     Another thrilling Wednesday in Kitsap County. Got two texts from you today. Well, so I thought. The first told me of a Huge Scary Spider looming above the front door. The rest of the message, that is, the words below the second line, were unknown to me as I CAN'T SCROLL DOWN on my %$#@'ing phone!!! 

     (Calming breath)

    However, as you immediately sent me a devil's face text*, I just assumed it was you following up to the earlier one. Seems this was not the case.

    I swung (swang? swinged?)  by your house today after "working" a bit to see how Ms. M and your house were getting along. You know, make sure all the beer bottles were thrown WAAAY down the hill, how to hide holes in sheetrock with toothpaste and the like. Well, Ms. M. was waiting in her car for me to arrive. Apparently, the rest of the mysterious text was something to the affect of "....and would you please take care of the Huge Scary Spider when you stop by to visit??". (I, of course, had prearranged my visit with her well beforehand.) 

    So, strike one for Manly Manitude as I took care of the rather smallish arachnid. Let's hear it for the boys!

   Ms. M is doing well and your house is still in one piece. She and the cats are getting along well enough though the one under that bed has yet to come out. And none of them seem particularly good at spider-eating. We chatted for a bit and then I went on about my merry way; though now saddened by my new knowledge that I have been mixing up unguent and ungulate for who knows how long. Oh, how you gals must have snickered behind my back.

    Tomorrow, we're all meeting for our monthly Bistro gathering. Not that we need much of a reason but our old Clear Creek Comrade GS is back in town. He moved to Italy (wife's a lawyer with the DOD) about 5 years ago. Quite a hoot. Imagine me with L's technical skills and a former Navy pilot's Devil May Care attitude and you get the picture. Only with much less hair. I've still got him beat there. 

    Sure hope he doesn't want his classroom back. 

   So it'll be a pretty big crowd tomorrow including some long-time CC'ers who just want to say howdy to the prodigal son. As Mrs. B will be there, I sure hope George didn't leave for Italy with any overdue books.

   Spent most of my "working" time talking with R-Dub in her new (ha-ha) classroom. Seems the 20% chance that she might get your old classroom is driving her crazy. It's hope that is the cruelest gift. If only she'd accept her lot in life, things would be so much simpler. Right now, I'd call her a bit on edge about it if not actually Verklempt. 

   She is pretty sure that they won't make my next Game Night, which I have very tentatively scheduled for Friday of next week. Wendi and Xander are leaving for a Ranch trip on Thursday so I expect by Friday afternoon, I'll be at the beard-down-to-my-waist/saving-bottles-of-urine-under-the-bed/obsessed-with-floridation-and-the-Gold-Standard/Giggling-to-Myself-stage-of-boardom so it'll be good to have something to look forward to. Not sure who could make it. Naturalmente, it won't be the same sans my favorite Disguster Operator but don't worry, Game Night is quick, cheap and fun. Three things I like in an evening's entertainment. (And in a wife-Zing!) so we'll be doing this monthly. 

    Wendi's progress on her MineCraft Pyramid proceeds apace. She has just finished her 12th row, which is about a forth of the way to go. I can see your confusion. Just trust me; this MineCraft Building will be very impressive to the folks who could give a crap about building stuff in MineCraft. No doubt there are multitudes of folks eager for such a momentous structure to be completed. 

    Sadly, there are very few such multitudes within this here TV Room. There's, like one; and she's playing the %$#%&'ing game. 

   Speaking of a digital life, you ever figure out why those birds are so dang angry at those pigs? I mean, sure you're probably dealing with stuff but this is important. Never could figure out the plot of that game.

  Welp, it's way past my bedtime and I have run out of witty, pithy things to write (Wait for it...) so it's time to wrap this sucker up. Write when you can but don't sweat it. Look forward to you getting back to your home country. Though you already know it, I'll say it again. If you need anything, I mean anything day or night, big favor or small, you just make the call and it's done. (You have Ms. M's phone number, correct?) 

I tired.

Ba-Bye.

B. 

*Hmmm....Upon reflection, that might have not been the Lord of Flies but instead a cat. That probably makes more sense...