My first care package

Normally when people get care packages around here, they are baked goods and stuffed animals… cute and fattening crap, neither of which I want or need… okay, maybe a beany baby would be cute, but we’re not supposed to have stuffed animals at our desk at work… after all, the CAOC (place I work in) is a “weapons system.” That’s a big whatever… There’s no guns sticking out of this building.

So anyway, what did my mom send me in my first care package? Let me preface this with I was elated… and it couldn’t have been more timely. I got 2 bags of trail mix… exactly what I requested… a selection of various make-my-rank-room smell better systems – battery operated ones, wispy ones, stick up ones and a glass pretty one I’ve set on my desk to combat my Chai Latte I had this morning (yes I’m at war and we have Chai…). I also got windex wipes, baby wipes and industrial size febreeze in which to soak down my roommate’s crap. A few small lotions too for my pockets… it gets so flippin’ dry here. This couldn’t have been a better care package! Thanks mom… The funny thing is people were so jealous of me… not just because I got a box, but because I got cleaning supplies isn’t “simple green.”

Well… I’m off to the “gun show” for about a half hour. I’ve had about as much of this environment as I can stand. Col Retro, although she’s been nice to me today, just got this devilish sound in her voice and started to breath fire at Maj Snacks… being as I’m in the middle, I averted my eyes so as not to singe my eyebrows.

Breakfast: eggs, sausage, hashbrown, banana, OJ

Lunch: chicken salad, pumpkin pie ever and peach tea

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