Epic Cocoa!!!

1. Beef Case

2. Sausage Wallet

3. Chicken Satchel


These were the topics of conversation (and various "inside" jokes) between my coworker and myself. If you remember my speculations on this person - based on the fact that he is named Jason - suffice to say I was far, far off the mark.

I also forgot to mention last time that I am officially driving an official vehicle. No kidding kids. The license plates say "U.S. Government - Official Use Only" and it makes me very happy to have my snot-nosed nappy-headed self at the wheel of such an auspicious "rig." However, Jason and I were forced to attend a FS "defensive driving" class yesterday. If you've never been forced to attend a class like this they can devolve to the point of playing charades in your chairs, pretending to react to a deer on the road, or a flash flood, or a psychotic passenger attempting to butcher you with a rusty coathanger. Really. I lie not. Fortunately this one was short as it was a series of "orientation" seminars for the seasonals. We smugly left after the two hour bit on driving and those watching us leave wept openly.

More on Jason - quite possibly THE ideal person to be doing this job with. No danger of any of a variety of hanky-panky or piddledy-diddledy or awkwardness or eagerness or nothingness. Seriously. We will get along great and I am SO relieved about that. It could have been a horrible summer if he had turned out to be anyone else. Speaking of anyone else. There are two men from the Czech Republic in the house behind mine and they can't understand anything I say because I talk too fast. But I love them like puppies. And their housemate builds ships? Or at least has the most beautiful kayak I have ever seen in my life. And a young couple of 23 lives in a cabin at Cottonwood and I hate/love them because they are perfect to be together. Not in an "I'm so going to barf all over you if you don't STOP IT!" kind of way, but because they like to be outdoors, they like to kayak, they like to hike....they like everything they both do, and they both like doing it together. Bastards!

And speaking of bastards Dustin is officially a bastard. And I am officially depressed about that. And other bastards. And all bastards. Speaking of which, there is a plant called a "bastard toadwort" which I learned about this morning. I am taking a crash course in taxonomy and botany and soaking it all up like the unrecognized genius I used to speculate (in high school) that I was. I am. Smug.

And I discovered the Snake. Which is a river. Which lives down my driveway and across the road from my house. Love it. Cold though.

Love you too.

Libby