No-Fly Zone
Friday night we threw a party for 80 of our closest Attache friends at the home of the USAF Band, a sort of post-tour-to-Texas gathering to hand out photo books, reminisce and eat baked brie. The band played a few Western-themed songs before the Singing Sergeants busted out some tunes of their own (including the most beautiful a capela version of "O Shenandoah" I've ever heard), before a couple singers came out in leather chaps to sing excerpts from "Annie Get Your Gun." A grand night, with everyone seeming very pleased by the turnout and the event.
But when I got in my car that night, the "Service Breaks Soon" light came on, so I had to slap it in the shop the next morning to learn that some rotor ring was ground down and would have been covered if my warranty hadn't expired three weeks ago. Luckily, we got it back before driving out to eastern West Virginia with my Dad to celebrate his retirement from productive GDP contribution.
We were supposed to hit the barn after stopping by Winchester and getting the chance to fly in the backseat of a WWII-era fighter jet (Christmas present from Dad back in the day when he had a job and could afford such stuff), but it was called due to heavy winds. We decided to go out to Ainsley's folks anyway on the offchance we could do it on the way back Sunday, but it turned out even windier. Still, a lovelier way to spend a weekend I cannot fathom. Except for those hours between 3:13 and 5:45 a.m., ERIN. But bless her heart, she's teething. 26 at once, it would seem from her attitude. She's to the point where she'll ask for something very specifically (ice, a book, 'down'), and once you provide said such, it's exactly what she DIDN'T want all a-sudden, so the fists go the eyes, she crouches like a catcher, and loses her breath crying.
So that's fun.
But when I got in my car that night, the "Service Breaks Soon" light came on, so I had to slap it in the shop the next morning to learn that some rotor ring was ground down and would have been covered if my warranty hadn't expired three weeks ago. Luckily, we got it back before driving out to eastern West Virginia with my Dad to celebrate his retirement from productive GDP contribution.
We were supposed to hit the barn after stopping by Winchester and getting the chance to fly in the backseat of a WWII-era fighter jet (Christmas present from Dad back in the day when he had a job and could afford such stuff), but it was called due to heavy winds. We decided to go out to Ainsley's folks anyway on the offchance we could do it on the way back Sunday, but it turned out even windier. Still, a lovelier way to spend a weekend I cannot fathom. Except for those hours between 3:13 and 5:45 a.m., ERIN. But bless her heart, she's teething. 26 at once, it would seem from her attitude. She's to the point where she'll ask for something very specifically (ice, a book, 'down'), and once you provide said such, it's exactly what she DIDN'T want all a-sudden, so the fists go the eyes, she crouches like a catcher, and loses her breath crying.
So that's fun.
posted by Dan at 9:52 PM
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