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I just watched a video about the Navy (U.S.) food service aboard a ship. When I was in the army, I was picked two times for "KP" or "kitchen police." Both times, I was assigned to "pots and pans." That means I had to wash pots and pans. The pots and pans were HUGE. I remember it being so hot back there, washing dishes. I hated it. On the other hand, I often regret that I didn't join the army as a cook. Instead, I was a mechanic in a combat arms unit (artillery). I'll always wish that I had the sense to be a cook.
On Friday, my wife and I went to Medical City Plano (pictured) to get a "drain study" done. The result was that she had her last drain tube removed. She was overjoyed, as the tube's location was causing her a lot of pain. After we left the hospital, we ate at CiCi's Pizza. I usually don't like CiCi's, but I have to say that the pizza was really good, and the salad bar looked fresh and well presented.
We went to Walmart today. Nothing happened until we left. At that time, I backed smack dab into a pickup with a flat bed. I heard a crunch. I got out and asked the other driver if she was ok. She was. I then discovered that I had put a dent in my car. I hate it, but most of all, I hate my stupidity. I never got an alert or anything from my vehicle. Once again, I hate it. Hate it, hate it.
I'm working on a new story that will encompass several chapters. I'm not sure how long it will be. I don't have a complete outline yet, and I'm unsure how to string it all together. Just know that I have a potential novella or novelette that I'll post in the future. I will probably post it as a series of short stories. Again, this is still in the planning stages, though the writing has already started.
