Blatheration

Just to remind you

This is just a quick reminder:  If you don't see a new post every few days, try checking the comments.  The Internet service here is somewhat unreliable (aka. "Hajji") and often refuses to let me get in to my editing program (though I can go to the site and view it like a mere mortal) so I will do the next best thing, and reply to your comments.  Hopefully this will be done in a tasteful and mature manner, but don't count on it.

If you would like to email me:  doclee462@yahoo.com

Regular ol' mail:  (This is in Iraq, but don't write that on the envelope)

Dr. Lee

PSYOP

FOB Brassfield-Mora

APO AE 09349                   

Back soon.

A day off? Are you crazy?!

Yes, they are, but I shall not complain.  Today's mission (brought to you by Honest Ahcmed's good 'n used karz) has been canceled.  Therefore, your humble correspondent is free at the same time the insufferable and inscrutable Internet is.  Now all I have to do is think of something worthwhile to put in this space.  Not that ever stopped me before. 

Here's a picture:

This is a warehouse that Mrs. Doclee staggered (I use the word "staggered" because I know who she was out boating with Mr. and Mrs. Nautifish) upon while taking a day of R&R out at Grand Lake in Oklahoma (where the wind comes sweeping down the plains, so I hear).  She has her fevered mind set on ownership of this derelict and those who know her are well aware of what that portends for the rest of the Doclee clan.  It is gutted and has no interior or plumbing.  What does that mean to my dear bride?  Nada. Strangely, the idea of living in an abandoned building with no heat, A/C or plumbing is still preferable to my present circumstances.

So here's the deal.  I put it to you my loyal readers, both of you, to vote on two topics:

1.  Has Mrs. Doclee gone completely batty?

2.  Should we move heaven and earth in order to procure this lovely historic landmark?

My fate is in your hands.

In other news, I have not yet been able to approach the operator of the M1 Abrams main battle tank to see if it is available for magnetic modification.  I have been told that they are non-magnetic, but that information needs verification. Also, this is a humor challenged Battalion so there is a need for stealth.  Stay tuned.

Sargent Calvin has gone on leave, therefore leaving SGT Hobbes and myself without responsible adult supervision.  So far no felonies or serious breach of military protocol recorded.

Thanks again to Elaine and David for the golf clubs.  Stay tuned for exciting action photos of the upcoming tournament.

Update

Yes, I am still here.  "Them guys" have been keeping "Us guys" really busy lately. 

I was just getting ready to affix a lovely plethora of new magnets to my highly modified DumbVee when in rolls an M1 Abrams Main Battle Tank.  "Hmm" says I, " I wonder if...?"

Anyway, stay tuned.  Back soon with proper update.

Dear Mrs. Nastyface Heatherington

Since you have eluded my attempts to contact you by the usual means (by which I mean I disposed of your recent package before writing your address down, but I lay the blame elsewhere) I have no choice but to praise you publicly.

Thank you very much for the lovely package and for allowing me the opportunity to increase my already formidible manual dexterity by your clever cookie wrapping technique.  Most people would have simply wrapped all three dozen of them together, but in concern that my sensory feedback circuits be constantly honed, you cleverly covered them individually.   I applaud your foresight.

Frank the cat also applauds you, though lacking opposable thumbs, was able to beg a free unwrap.  No, he would not touch the tuna, but devoured the chocolate chip cookie instantly.

Interestingly, Frankenpuss was injured by shrapnel a few months ago, and sports a closed eye, a "harelip" and a bent foreleg, but he was ewarded with a purple heart and a promotion to Sargeant (no I'm not making this up).

Back to the topic, Team Dumb thanks you, Frank thanks you and Mrs, Doclee and Miss Crabgrass will see you in a few months when we go to visit young Cletis, who will be making his home right in your back yard.

That is all.