Sunday, August 03, 2008
Ever laughed so hard you almost peed your pants when you'd been out of bed less than 20 minutes?
The phone rings - it's a friend of me and The Husband's. We don't get to talk with this friend often because he's been "in country" for abut 5 years now. Not "in" this country. In THAT country. Actually, in THOSE countries. He was in Afghanistan for about three years or so. Then he requested a transfer to Iraq because the living conditions there are better. Wow, huh?
Anyway - this friend of ours is a guy The Husband grew up with - they've known one another since young childhood. The Husband is a very conservative man, although he isn't a right wing fanatic. He's a fanatic, just not that way. I don't think. I could be wrong. Stockholm and all that, you know.
This buddy is a raving, drooling lunatic fringe leftie. I won't even say Democrat because that's too conservative. I won't say Unabomber because A) he's not that smart an B) He's not that energetic.
So Lunatic Fringe Buddy calls this morning and The Husband is chatting with him. You wanna know how wild this modern world is? This buddy was calling from Iraq, about 12 miles from the Iranian border. Now don't go getting all "We're going to bomb the Mujahdeen!!!" crap on me, OK? Because this Fringe Buddy? He's with one of those contract companies. (Remember when the military used to peel its own potatoes? REMEMBER GOMER PYLE???)
Not that this guy is running a food wagon - he's a tech geek - but none the less he's there. So Fringe and The Hus are chat chat chatting. (Remember the weirdness of this world? They're CHATTING aimlessly from Houston to 12 miles from the Iraqi border.)
I'm not really listening, but I hear something about Fringe Boy and the Iraqi National Defense Form Training Center. I can't help but add in to the conversation "So you're becoming more Republican everyday?" and I totally crack up. Then I say, "He's a Lunatic Fringe Liberal profiting off the American Industrial Military Complex!"
Damned I'm funny.
The phone rings - it's a friend of me and The Husband's. We don't get to talk with this friend often because he's been "in country" for abut 5 years now. Not "in" this country. In THAT country. Actually, in THOSE countries. He was in Afghanistan for about three years or so. Then he requested a transfer to Iraq because the living conditions there are better. Wow, huh?
Anyway - this friend of ours is a guy The Husband grew up with - they've known one another since young childhood. The Husband is a very conservative man, although he isn't a right wing fanatic. He's a fanatic, just not that way. I don't think. I could be wrong. Stockholm and all that, you know.
This buddy is a raving, drooling lunatic fringe leftie. I won't even say Democrat because that's too conservative. I won't say Unabomber because A) he's not that smart an B) He's not that energetic.
So Lunatic Fringe Buddy calls this morning and The Husband is chatting with him. You wanna know how wild this modern world is? This buddy was calling from Iraq, about 12 miles from the Iranian border. Now don't go getting all "We're going to bomb the Mujahdeen!!!" crap on me, OK? Because this Fringe Buddy? He's with one of those contract companies. (Remember when the military used to peel its own potatoes? REMEMBER GOMER PYLE???)
Not that this guy is running a food wagon - he's a tech geek - but none the less he's there. So Fringe and The Hus are chat chat chatting. (Remember the weirdness of this world? They're CHATTING aimlessly from Houston to 12 miles from the Iraqi border.)
I'm not really listening, but I hear something about Fringe Boy and the Iraqi National Defense Form Training Center. I can't help but add in to the conversation "So you're becoming more Republican everyday?" and I totally crack up. Then I say, "He's a Lunatic Fringe Liberal profiting off the American Industrial Military Complex!"
Damned I'm funny.
# posted by Carol : 11:16 AM
