That's pretty cute and clever but one NEVER puts tomatoes in guacamole. Never. Ever.
Wrong on another level... we're slightly under the WX today. I mentioned in passing that I picked up antibiotics out at the base yesterday to deal with a minor infection. What I didn't mention were the warnings I received at both my dentist's office and the Cannon Airplane Patch pharmacy, to wit: these antibiotics have side effects, chief among which are nausea and diarrhea. The side effects kicked in this morning and I am NOT a Happy Camper.
I know: TMI. Sorry about that.
Not wrong: the 1,147 tributes and condolences (at this writing) in comments at Lex's place. About which, this:
Well... it's prolly too soon to tell, as I'm not done with my first cup yet.That's an excerpt from an e-mail conversation I had with a friend this morning, after she asked "How are you doing?" I've read all of the comments on the Lex tribute post and have kept the thread open in my browser since Wednesday. I've never seen anything like this on the 'net, ever. The response to this one man's death is beyond astonishing. It's unique... in my experience, at least.
That said... I'm still sadder than sad, and just finished reading the 1,128th comment at Lex's place. Isn't it simply astonishing how much impact this man had on SO many people... women, men, young boys, future chaplains, future pilots, junior officers, senior officers, petty officers, old retired mil-geezers, housewives, Americans, Aussies, Brits, and on and on? There's a set of common thoughts that run through all the comments, aside from grief and admiration: that of love for a man of honesty and integrity, a guy who made an indelible mark upon all of those he touched.
I'm comforted by the fact I'm far from alone in the way I feel. There's that, at least.