Zounds!

I don't know if I've ever told you all about Mr. Samoa's employment. Basically, he works for Fairly Major State University (from now on, FMSU) in a field best described in my father's words: "He told me what he did once, but I still didn't understand what he did when he was done." So, you can read the following with that background in mind.

Mr. Samoa is somewhere around the middle of the food chain in his department at FMSU. It's the underlings, then him and his friend the Mullet Recoveree (MR), then his boss, then his boss' boss, then the Head Bazonga. Well, it seems that his boss was scheduled to meet with the Head Bazonga tomorrow, and he couldn't, so tapped Mr. Samoa to go in his stead. I learned this tonight while I was minding my own business and watching Most Shocking, and Mr. Samoa chirps, "Guess what? I get to meet with the Head Bazonga tomorrow!" Like he's mentioning he's meeting a long-lost pal for lunch or something. I got up from where I had fallen off the couch onto the floor, did a few spins around the living room ceiling, then flew into action. I dug up Mr. Samoa's brown dress shoes and found a decent shirt, no mean feat since most of the ones he has are in the wash. (Steve & Barry's here we come again, I think.) So, I think he'll be presentable for the Head Bazonga tomorrow.

I would like to take this time to point out once again how very proud I am of Mr. Samoa's achievements. He probably doesn't believe me at 3 AM when I'm whacking him in the ribs and telling him if he doesn't quit snoring he's going out in the doghouse with DD2, but I am. He is a sociable and likable person (have no idea HOW he married me- people either develop an odd twitch or start discussing the weather in high-pitched tones, or both, when I come up) and so has progressed very well in his field. I am quite proud of him.

In Chin News, deposit has gone out. Tentative ETA for the little guy in our fair state is Monday the 14th. I am excited!