OH heck no!
If every October 9 is gonna be like this one, I'm seriously taking the day off and checking myself into the nuthouse on that day!
In case you missed it, I had my regular weekly meeting with my pastor, who performed the marriage ceremony that took place 7 years ago on this date. On the way there, I got to hear about the high cost of low living. Seems to me I'd heard that someplace before.... oh yeah, I wrote about it a few days ago while I was enjoying some finely aged and legally prescribed oxycodone.
Anyway, back at the ranch, the phone rings and it's the AF benefits people. We used to have human beings that processed this stuff locally. Now they have to call you and to complete my request for my health insurance, I had to share some rather personal information that I'm sure the guy didn't want to hear and I didn't want to share, but had to so the matter could get resolved. Today, of all days, they called and asked me for a copy of my divorce decree.
Yeah, let me run right down to the courthouse and take care of that one....
It didn't get much better at work.
My former spouse knows three words of the German language. Do Hash Mich. It's a song. Google it.
The words mean "You Hate Me". You gotta love that! Certainly glad that little ditty was blaring in the hangar tonight.
For an old grump I try to be like the cool kids. I let the former drag me to a Disturbed concert. Again, out of the ordinary, but certainly glad that as I walked out for lunch, I was treated to some of their music, too.
After the AF peeps called me, I told Miss June about this. And then I told her no. Repeatedly. As in rapid fire machine gun style repeatedly.
NO!.... oh yeah, that's someone else.
Look, what all of it means, who can say?
I'm jsut telling you about my day.
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