The Home Front

My bride emailed to tell of the understandable chaos over at Lockheed-Martin:

I had a chance to skim [the site] a bit this morning, but then things got a little crazy, since all kinds of meetings with Generals and such are being cancelled right and left because of all this crap.

Just tell that schmuck to die already.

I replied:

There’s a war on, babe, and you work for a vital part of it. Be frustrated, but be a little proud, too.

Within seconds, I had an answer.

I’m a lot proud.

But really, die already!

I love that girl.