Mid-day update
I swear, everybody from Wyoming must be in Ogden today.
I shared this morning some stuff that happened to me yesterday. I talked about the purge. I should be having a nice day.
I was.
I ran errands. I called the surgeon about sending my medical records to the VA. He did once. He will again. I have a meeting tomorrow so I thought I'd check the e-mail and there it was:
Tami Anderson-Garcia. With the subject heading "John".
Tami Jo will forever be to me the woman at the well. That was her description, not mine. That story is only contained in the Gospel of John. It's a great story if you don't know it. My response to this was to go mow and trim the lawn.
I am out of lawn bags. I went to get lawn bags. Pulling out of the circle, my neighbor waves me over and wants to chat. We talked about a few things (oddly, marriage came up among them) and when he asked me about work, he asked me if I knew so-and-so. I kept telling him I didn't but that didn't stop him from telling where the guy works, what kind of airplanes he works on, and who HE was married to.
Wait for it....Wait for it...
"He's married to Tammy" (my spelling).
I kid you not.
Off to the store, where I realize I have no wallet. Back in the truck. On the way home, I get behind the Coca-Cola guy. He's driving a Chevy Colorado pickup.
Sure, why not?! (When I met and dated said Tami Jo, she lived in Colorado). As we approached the stop light, I saw a bluish license plate next to said pickup and mumbled to the Universe, "A Wyoming license plate, WHY NOT?!"
Then I noticed it wasn't. It was across the intersection on the first car in the right lane going the other way.
And how is YOUR day?
I shared this morning some stuff that happened to me yesterday. I talked about the purge. I should be having a nice day.
I was.
I ran errands. I called the surgeon about sending my medical records to the VA. He did once. He will again. I have a meeting tomorrow so I thought I'd check the e-mail and there it was:
Tami Anderson-Garcia. With the subject heading "John".
Tami Jo will forever be to me the woman at the well. That was her description, not mine. That story is only contained in the Gospel of John. It's a great story if you don't know it. My response to this was to go mow and trim the lawn.
I am out of lawn bags. I went to get lawn bags. Pulling out of the circle, my neighbor waves me over and wants to chat. We talked about a few things (oddly, marriage came up among them) and when he asked me about work, he asked me if I knew so-and-so. I kept telling him I didn't but that didn't stop him from telling where the guy works, what kind of airplanes he works on, and who HE was married to.
Wait for it....Wait for it...
"He's married to Tammy" (my spelling).
I kid you not.
Off to the store, where I realize I have no wallet. Back in the truck. On the way home, I get behind the Coca-Cola guy. He's driving a Chevy Colorado pickup.
Sure, why not?! (When I met and dated said Tami Jo, she lived in Colorado). As we approached the stop light, I saw a bluish license plate next to said pickup and mumbled to the Universe, "A Wyoming license plate, WHY NOT?!"
Then I noticed it wasn't. It was across the intersection on the first car in the right lane going the other way.
And how is YOUR day?
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