My husband apparently has no memory. We went to Chick-fil-a the other day for breakfast. Berck ordered the chicken breakfast burrito. I was kinda surprised because he had ordered it the last time we went to breakfast there and had decided it was okay but not worth giving up a chicken biscuit. He got the salsa with it, and as expected, Chick-fil-a does not specialize in salsa. The clerk asked if Berck wanted salsa with his new burrito. “It’s Chick-fil-a salsa,” I reminded him. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Berck, declining the salsa. We sat down, and Berck took a…
We had an open house at our new, donated campaign office space today, inviting all the delegates and alternates to the district assembly. John is an alternate and stopped by to check us out. He liked what we were about, and I hooked him up with a petition to carry to get us on the ballot. He mentioned another race a long time ago, and I said I didn’t know about it, having just moved here 9 months ago. He asked where I moved from. Alabama, I said. “You don’t have a Southern accent, so you couldn’t have lived there…
More flying stuff on the gallery. Mostly same-old, but this time there’s clouds!
I need to write. You’d think that since I’ve had almost nothing to do lately, that I’d be blogging more. But, alas, I’ve been doing almost nothing. We’re winding up the end of the semester. No student I’ve sent to a checkride has failed which is a pretty good record. I’ve soloed a dozen or so students. None of them have died. There’s only one week of flying left, and I’m not sure all the kids are going to finish. Still, we’re running out of work. I don’t think I’ve broken 515 hours yet, which should give you an idea…