Well, Chuck from GDB is coming up today to see me. I’m looking forward to it and I’m nervous at the same time. I know last year’s follow-up went really well, so I don’t want to disappoint him. But at the same time, I’m having a few wee problems, some of them are definitely my fault, so I hope he can set me on the right path without having to get too mad, not that Chuck really gets mad anyway. Even when I bombed in 2005, he didn’t really get mad per se. Well, he was annoyed that Babs’s stuf wasn’t settled, but I don’t blame him one bit for that. Plus, I don’t think my home gave him a good impression. It wasn’t really the inside of my home that was bad, it was the outside, courtesy of Stupidhead and company leaving beer caps, glass and other trash about.
So here are my two pleas. Trixie, for the love of Pete, do not try to sniff Chuck’s, uh, nether regions, ok? You have a thing for that, and try as I might, you still keep doing it. Please, just for once, don’t try and have a grand ol’ snifferoo. Can you do that for me? Sometimes I swear you can understand English, so listen up. Don’t sniff Chuck there. Got it? Hope so.
And mother nature, please don’t drop one of those out of the clear blue sky rainstorms on us as we walk. I have a semi-longish route in mind, hopefully one that leads me next to a pedestrian walking a dog so Chuck can see my dog distraction issues, so I don’t need to be wet. and don’t have a thunder storm either. Trixie hates thunder, and it was thundering the day I bombed the 2005 interview, which was August 10, dangerously close to this date. Why do I remember such stupid details? Anyway, don’t bring bad things. Let us have a peaceful route.
That’s all. I’m sure everything will go fine. I’m just a wee bit nervous.