A bunch of stuff I set up at the office to get done so that everything would be on track upon my return were supremely fucked up by:
a) my analytical lab
b) FedEx
c) one of my drilling subcontractors
d) a property owner of a site I manage
e) the demanding God damned nature of my boss (Umm, Fresh, that project I gave you the middle of last week is not progressing as quickly as I'd like it to . . . Umm, I was out of town since then, Fucker!) . Lovely to have that off my chest.
As promised, a collection from the Great Tejas Adventure of November 2007.
Speaking of chest, remember how Miss M mentioned that hers was HUGE? Here's proof:
Sista is busty!
And as I'm sure you were all waiting to see . . . I'm coming out to you, my loves. I sang at the top of my lungs, and this is what it looked like:
I couldn't tell if the red-eye reducer made me more scary looking than the red eyes were to begin with.
And singing from the bottom of my lungs:
The next day wasn't nearly as pretty. I'm sure you're surprised.
This guy was crocked too, and a totally fantastic dancer with an exceptional sense of style.
He also was on the barfing merry-go-round come morning. It was funny to watch. Especially since I wasn't the morning after barfing girl.
I'll finish with a little of what we gazed at on the drive home:
Yeah, Texas gives good sky.
