President Obama is in the sports news today for remarking that he would not want his son (if he had one) playing college football. Unfortunately, they put this picture of some grinning flyboys from the Air Force Academy along with the story:
C’mon, you had rub it in our face that the Air Force bagged the Commander-in-Chief Trophy last year? Still, the Navy won it with a dominating performance this year. . .
I am slowly creeping away from coffee and into the warm embrace of tea. It is tough to quantify, but I feel better all hopped-up on tea leaves, rather than my usual java. My latest find, Yogi Detox Tea, a peach-flavored ambrosia good for the liver and kidneys.
It is, rather unfortunately, odd tasting. Resembling the googly-eyed stepchild of wallpaper glue and a gallon (or 3.8 liters for all you over there) of peach juice. Not that I have any experience with bulkhead pastes.
As such, I turn to the Senior Chief who sits next to me and offer her a bag. It’ll help you kick the heroin habit. See, it is detox!
Wait, you are the ADCO, the command’s Navy Alcohol and Drug Control Officer, right?
Belay my last. . . Perhaps that was not as funny as I imagined it to be. . .
Fourteen tea-bags left after Senior wisely avoided my jettison. If you live in San Diego, holler at me. I got some delicious, healthy tea for you. Free to good home. (And trust me, your home is good.) It reminds me of a Georgia peach infused with something exotic. Something beyond description. Did I mention it was free?
* Please note that I did not title this phlegm-inducer Me Talking to My Senior Chief. There is one of you out there, who visits every now and then and with whom I argue. About exactly whose Senior Chief she is.
She is my Senior Chief, I once said.
Hell no, she is my Senior Chief, you replied, all huffily. . .
Well today, I give up. She is your Senior Chief. After all, she gave me the Heisman on my Yogi Tea.