Shout Out to my Peeps in "M" Town

That's right! The Big Time! Midland, Texas, in the hizzouse! Holla!!

Ha ha, I am such a geek . . .

But I've noticed several of my faithful few who've stuck with me through my sporadic posting since the end of the semester,

are from Midland.

Which, of course, is where I will be heading myself in 3 weeks.

I made the mistake of telling someone this a few days ago . . .

After noticing her blank stare I started to explain:

"Oil & Gas country, salt of the earth, home of President Bu--"

And she promptly cut me off.

"Yes, I know," she said with the same stare. "And I'm wondering if you could take him back with you when you go."

I did think that was funny. Perhaps it was the delivery.

So, anyways, I want to know from my "M" Town peeps: Would I want to raise my soon to be little Baby Misery there??

If you will respond, I won't call Turner & Davis and tell them you are reading blogs when you should be slavishly toiling away for the ridiculous price of, what, $1900/week? at a Midland Firm of all places . . . I mean, don't you have expensive lunches, golf, dinners at a partner's house, and the even the occasional memo to attend to?

good grief.