That was a lot of work for two letters and two numbers. And I’m 74″ tall, dammit! The FAA keeps screwing this up, after my last medical examiner apparently randomly guessed at my height.
When I got home from picking up Mom from the airport yesterday, I noticed an exciting piece of junk mail. As far as I can remember, it’s the first bit of junk mail I’ve ever gotten excited about, much less responded to. Qwest wanted to let me know that teh fiber optic internets were are now available for my apartment. 12Mbps down for $46 or so, assuming you have phone service with them. I called them up to find out how much it would be without phone service, since I never plan to have POTS again. $69.99/month, she told me.…
As soon as I got to work Friday, a small lady showed up at the door. I knew immediately who it was. I opened the door. “I’m Lou,” she said. “You’re here to shear the sheep,” I said. I yelled down to Michele and then went outside to see if I could catch them. They were all the way up at the barn, so Michele and I put a little grain in a couple of buckets and walked through the pasture calling, “Sheeeepers!” The two new ewes popped their heads up from grazing and eyed us warily. Lily, the old…