Basic Training -- Week Zero Day 3
1/11/13 -- Friday -- Week Zero, Day Three
I know, I know. I used the same picture again right above here. But given the events of the morning, I can't help but find it fitting.
Happy Friday. I vaguely remember Hubby kissing me goodbye this morning as he left for work ... at such an unholy hour, I could well have been dreaming.
Anywho, the day progresses on- filled with lost backpacks, missing shoes, and alarm clocks that didn't go off. Oh how it would help to have the assistance of a spouse in times such as these.
Finally, a call. It plays out something like this.
HIM: "Good morning!" Crash!
ME: My brows furrow. "Good morning. How is your day?"
HIM: Crash! "Great! Want me to call and wake you up after PT again this cycle?" Crash!
ME: Hmmm. "Yeah, that'd be great. We were running short on time this morning."
HIM: Crash! "Well I will do that tomorrow morning." Crash, crash! "Just had a minute and wanted to call and say I love you." Crash!
ME: "I love you too, but what is that horrible noise in the background?"
HIM: "Oh that? Well, the PVTS are downstairs waiting to go to breakfast chow and it is windy up here in the bay. So windy that their wall lockers keep blowing over." Crash!
ME: Groan. "Oh Hubby, you can talk plain with me! Just tell me you're tossing their wall lockers! No need to hide it in all that windy talk."
HIM: Crash! "Oh I did toss 'em this morning. Figured that would have taught them to lock their wall lockers. Guess not all of 'em were paying attention." Crash! "But now, it's just windy from Hurricane Drill Sergeant blowing through, heh heh heh!" Crash! "Well, hurricane's over. Time to go to breakfast chow! Bye!"
Thank goodness it's Friday. Well, for some it is Friday ... for other's it is the beginning of nine weeks of Hurricane Drill Sergeant.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: LOCK YOUR WALL LOCKERS. ALWAYS. EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A WALL LOCKER IS, IT IS BEST TO LOCK IT ANYWAY.
I know, I know. I used the same picture again right above here. But given the events of the morning, I can't help but find it fitting.
Happy Friday. I vaguely remember Hubby kissing me goodbye this morning as he left for work ... at such an unholy hour, I could well have been dreaming.
Anywho, the day progresses on- filled with lost backpacks, missing shoes, and alarm clocks that didn't go off. Oh how it would help to have the assistance of a spouse in times such as these.
Finally, a call. It plays out something like this.
HIM: "Good morning!" Crash!
ME: My brows furrow. "Good morning. How is your day?"
HIM: Crash! "Great! Want me to call and wake you up after PT again this cycle?" Crash!
ME: Hmmm. "Yeah, that'd be great. We were running short on time this morning."
HIM: Crash! "Well I will do that tomorrow morning." Crash, crash! "Just had a minute and wanted to call and say I love you." Crash!
ME: "I love you too, but what is that horrible noise in the background?"
HIM: "Oh that? Well, the PVTS are downstairs waiting to go to breakfast chow and it is windy up here in the bay. So windy that their wall lockers keep blowing over." Crash!
ME: Groan. "Oh Hubby, you can talk plain with me! Just tell me you're tossing their wall lockers! No need to hide it in all that windy talk."
HIM: Crash! "Oh I did toss 'em this morning. Figured that would have taught them to lock their wall lockers. Guess not all of 'em were paying attention." Crash! "But now, it's just windy from Hurricane Drill Sergeant blowing through, heh heh heh!" Crash! "Well, hurricane's over. Time to go to breakfast chow! Bye!"
Thank goodness it's Friday. Well, for some it is Friday ... for other's it is the beginning of nine weeks of Hurricane Drill Sergeant.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: LOCK YOUR WALL LOCKERS. ALWAYS. EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A WALL LOCKER IS, IT IS BEST TO LOCK IT ANYWAY.
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