How Does One Carry a Pizza on a Moped?

 

Ouch.

On the way out of the office to the structure fire last night, I knocked over a plastic shelf that someone’s lead technician (you know who you are) had left propped against the door to the kitchen.

On my return, I stopped at the house to grab a beer (okay, two) and returned to the office. Striding confidently through the dark kitchen at the office, I stepped on the shelf which shot out from under me.

Kicking both feet high in the air and throwing my keys across the room, I ended up flat on my back on the floor. Happily I did not split my head open nor drop either beer.

 

Oh!

Sorry, I fell asleep.

Facebook is the devil and the sapper of real blog entries.

Three months on, I come up with three sentences.

 

Unwelcome Coffee

Filth in San Francisco
October 24, 2009

 

Scouting

Last weekend, O1 and I attended our council’s fall camporee. This was our first campout with our new Boy Scout troop.

It rained almost non-stop.

Cub Scouts and siblings were also invited; O2 and Rabid came on Saturday.

Although there are three local troops, we ended up in this troop through luck; the brother of a friend of O1′s was in this troop. I realized quite early on Saturday morning that we had joined the right troop when I noticed that the leaders were grinding coffee beans.

Everybody had a good time and the rain didn’t interfere too much.