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A short note.

1) I am travelling to Dallas today for work. After the conversation I had with the security lady this morning I am just praying this trip is not a Charlie Foxtrot (and if you don't know what that means, ask some Army guys).


{Although its doubtful I will see these gals, the word "Dallas" always reminds me of Mrs. Bernick's answering machine. You see she is a diehard Cowboys fan, this is basically what her answering machine said...verbatim...and all in a completely flat voice...

"Hi, you have reached the Bernicks. Go Cowboys. We can't answer the phone right now, please leave a message and we'll get back to you."

Seriously, I am guilty of calling their house more than once just to hear the recording, good times.}


2) I am really going to miss Gordo Cooper, not the astronaut, the cat. This morning I put out two large "bowls of doom" filled with cat food and water. Plus, I sorta left the cat food in a place I knew he could get to if he got desparate. But I just know he is going to be super lonely. Boo.



3) I am in love with my new (used, but new to me) iPod touch! Woot! 'nuff said.
4) Oh, and here is the one gripe of the day: Spring Break really sucks when you don't have it. But it sucks even more when your boyfriend goes on a cruise with his mom and hence can't even communicate with you. And you don't know when he gets back, and you leave next Monday for 10 days in Lexington. Awesome.
This gripe fest is over. Hope you all have a great day!

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