Title: My camouflage uniform has disappeared again...
Welp, tomorrow is my first day back at drill since I got back from Texas. (For the uninformed, I spent May and June in Wichita Falls, TX, at Sheppard AFB, doing cross-training for my Air National Guard unit. I cross-trained into aircraft fuels systems maintenance, leaving my former avionics shop to do so. For you Air Force troops: there's a method to my madness, I swear, which I don't have time to go into here.) I've just spent the past hour rummaging through my Big-Ass Air Force Bag(tm) for my uniform, web belt, boots, T-shirt and blousing straps. (No, I haven't unpacked it from Texas... why do you ask? *innocent look*) Finally managed to find my unit cap -- it was hiding in the garage, looking all battered and forlorn. No more generic camouflage caps, yay!
Okay, so it's the little things that amuse me.
The big news for the weekend, though, besides the fact that I might ACTUALLY have to do work on a jet tomorrow (horrors!) is that Ian is whisking me away to Parts Unknown tomorrow night for our semi-anniversary. (We did a Justice of the Peace wedding 10 July 1997 when we moved to Colorado, and the "real" wedding was later, in November. So we celebrate both, in some manner or another.) It's a nice little place near Red Rocks, and it has a hot tub. This is all I know. Then again, it's all I NEED to know. *grin*
Ugh. I just looked at the clock; it's 1:36 AM. Did I mention I have to be at drill at 7:30? I guess I should get my shit together earlier next time. Oh well. At least I don't have to go back to night shift next week. I'll be on days as of Monday.
Nothing very exciting tonight; sorry about that. The EN quotes file has been updated, if that's any consolation. Nifty.
-- marcie.
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