Tuesday, November 27, 2012

BBQ. That's the title. Just BBQ.

Today has been a comedy of errors.  Bits and pieces of which include flat-ish tires, computer repairs that, after texting and calling two different techie types, were accomplished by merely unplugging the modem and plugging it back in, a schedule mix up that had me hauling ass across the country side, only to be brought up short eight miles from my destination by the news that the whole thing had been pushed back four hours, and, most recently, a soaked shirt and drenched pants because I removed the water bottle from my mouth without first disengaging my righteous squeeze grip thereby spraying water aallll over myself.

It's been a day.  

However, in the midst of all of that - and more - I received a really great text message.  It said: 

"In order to get back in your good graces, the judge, on behalf of this office, would like to extend a warm invitation to lunch at the beer store in Dickens."



It was good.  


8 comments:

annie said...

That's probably a good thing, having a judge who wants to get back in your good graces. Better that than the other way around!

spookyrach said...

So freakin' true. Soooo true.

In fact, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, ya know?

Anonymous said...

Your job is wondrous and awesome. Whether you are wet or dry.

LJ

spookyrach said...

:D Thanks, LJ! I do like it. I really, really do.

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

I want a text like that! I am so happy that you have found your spot! They are so damned lucky to have you.

spookyrach said...

Thanks, dude! (It's just like working for Bill, all over again. 'specially since, you know, that's his name. ha!)

spookyrach said...

(Oh, and there are far fewer wives in the picture.)

patti said...

That's my kind of judge!