Finally.
I got a job. Looks like I fly out to Africa tomorrow. After Afghanistan (and Louisiana) how bad can Africa be? Of course, the locals are less likely to eat me in Afghanistan.
Don't look at me like that Louisiana. If I stepped out in front of a speeding Ford dually, you know I'd be the main course at dinner that very night. Dump enough Frank's or Slap Ya Mama seasoning on me and I'd taste just like that gator or whatever the hell it was you ran over last week.
Speaking of dinner...
In honor of my new found employment, Emily and I had Chinese tonight. Apparently, I spilled some of my sweet and sour sauce coming up the stairs.
That did NOT go unnoticed by Sera, who was kind enough to provide...wet clean up...
Yet another reason we don't have kids. How are we going to explain to anyone why we've taught our children to lick the carpet clean? That just seems awkward.
I love her sullen look. The look that says "All I got was the goop on the stairs. I didn't get ANY of daddy's chicken..." She reminds me of Marvin the Paranoid Android. Props to any of my geek friends who understand that reference.
Music for tonight:
Little Red Corvette by Prince
Simple Man by Lynyrd Sknyrd
One Night in Bangkok by Murry Head
Best of Both Worlds by Van Halen
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