Are they live or are they memorex? They're ALIVE and swimming in a bonafide aquarium on the top shelf in the office I work in on Bagram Air Field.
You are probably wondering the same thing every person who walks in the door wonders, "How in the sam-hell did you get goldfish to Afghanistan?"
Fed-Ex.
No, I'm just kidding. But, I'm not going to tell you how. You have to submit your guesses in the "comments" portion of the blog and I'll tell you how they got here in the next blog. I know - that's so mean of me. And you are right. But I'm not doing it to be mean (not directly, at least). I'm doing it because I want to challenge you to figure this out for yourselves. There are few true mysteries remaining in this day and age, but this may very well be one of them. I am also doing it because I just can't wait to see what you come up with (some of you are very funny and I'm not above using you for the entertainment of everyone). I promise not to point and laugh. Scout's honor.
Speaking of Scouts, I have the Girl Scouts and Fed Ex to thank for the enjoyable afternoon that finally inspired me to pen this blog: I just enjoyed a thin slice of heaven, otherwise known as a "thin mint" girl scout cookie. It was absolutely divine - though, technically it was 5 slices of heaven and "they" were divine. I was at an area of the base called the "entry control point" when one of the military personnel came into the room, where I was working, carrying a big box. He plopped the box on my desk, opened the top and revealed treasures beyond my wildest dreams - more girl scout cookies than even a soldier could eat. He was in a sharing mood and I was in no position to refuse an order from an officer of the United States Government, so I made my selection and he left me to enjoy my cookies in solitude. And enjoy them I did. I traded 1/2 a sleeve for my Farsi lesson (I'm working on the alphabet) used another half to spread the goodwill of our Girl Scouts to the girl-scoutless-peoples of Afghanistan. I kept the other sleeve for myself. I opened my silver packet and, a la Homer Simpson, can only express my feelings as follows: mmmmmmmm, thinnn mints (that's what Homer Simpson would have to settle for if he were here since, as mentioned previously, there is no beer in Afghanistan).
While I'm shouting out "thanks" and giving out "props", I'd like to shout out a big thanks to my little brother, Brayden's, class - we finally got some rain over here and it was deep enough to warrant a legitimate wearing of my sassy rain boots! "Thanks", my brother-from-another-mother (love you). Of course, the appreciation extends to all of you who sent rain wishes in this direction - even those of you who did your own, individual rain dances ... in the nude (but, next time, I do NOT need to know that you were nude. That's really too much information and this is a family-blog :-).
Here's hoping you find your own little slice of heaven today.
2 comments:
Maybe the goldfish were packed in a ConEx box (yeah, you may have to ask an old-timer what a ConEx box is, but you probably have them).
Or, more likely, someone bought them out on the economy. Maybe they are feeder goldfish?
since it is now raining, maybe they were a gift from God!
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