TC the Terrible

I love it when my stuff gets picked up by the Express. Granted it always seems to be on one of the days that I drive into work when it happens and I have to find out fourth hand. Still, it is nice to be noticed. And nicer still when my quip about a sump pump dying gets placed next to a picture of Star Jones and her new skinny self.

Today is the last day of this series of VIP meetings, at least for this quarter.  It will be nice to get back to a less hectic pace for a few weeks.  Working with this group is fun, but three days is enough for anyone.

Hard to believe that the sun came out today.  I was begining to think that I had moved to the other Washington.  Of course because the rain stops doesn’t mean the dam is safe.  That has got to suck for the folks in Maryland.  First they spend days bailing water out of their basements, then they get shipped to a high shcool because the water may be about to break into the second floor.

THE WOMAN and the little two (aka SDSM and THE BOY) are headed out to Ocean City, MD today.  They deserve a few days of peace and quite at the beach.  I’ve got to stay here and work, but that’s cool because a friend of ours from back in Memphis is out here on summer vacation.  I’ll be meeting up with her and her brood tonight for drinks.

Later.