Tired? Moi?

Well, yes, I am tired. Only one real day off in the last two weeks, interrupted sleep, getting up too damn early and staying up a bit later than I should. So I'm a little worn out.

Those are The Nuke's pups in that opening photo Kodi on the left, Bear on the right. I thought the picture illustrated nicely what I plan on doing for the next cuppla days. Provided of course that the list of stuff The Missus Herself wants to get done this weekend isn't too long.

She's the hardest worker I've ever seen, a real Energizer Bunny. Though at times she can be like the Terminator -

Listen, and understand! That lady is out there! She can't be bargained with. She can't be reasoned with. She doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And she absolutely will not stop... ever, until these chores are done!

Yes, that's a paraphrase of Kyle Reese's line in The Terminator -

Of course, The Missus Herself is way better looking than the Terminator, she actually has a sense of humor (heck, she married me, that proves it), and she can cook like nobody's business. But man, I'm telling you, she's relentless.

In her defense, it is awfully hard to get me to do anything that remotely resembles work. Well, unless I'm being paid. I suppose the gardens, the lovely home, and the food she feeds me count as pay.

It would absolutely suck to not have that.

I know I outkicked my coverage.

I know I'm a lucky guy.

So yeah, I like to complain a bit, it's what we enlisted folk do. As The Nuke once told her mom...

"Yeah, Dad likes to complain. All enlisted like to complain. It's what they do. If they're not complaining, then you need to worry."

"Because they're probably up to no good."

I'm afraid I may have revealed too many "secrets of the enlisted people" when I raised the kids.

Oh well.