Wednesday, March 11, 2009

How to Kill an Old Army Sergeant

I work for the US Army, and I spend my days dealing with soldiers. One of my good friends is SFC S. (name withheld to protect the innocent) SFC S. is what I consider an 'old school' soldier. A 'John Wayne tough, been there-done that, I've seen everything and nothing can take me off guard' type of soldier. I've known him for years, on and off duty, and I've never seen him express anything more than a brief chuckle.

I stopped down in his office yesterday. We chatted for a while, and at last I calmly inserted into the conversation, "I'm incubating 8 eggs." He looked at me and said, "You're pregnant?" Nope. Guess again. He said, "You carrying them around in your pocket?" I reached into my cleavage and pulled out a brown egg. He looked at the egg, he looked at me. He looked at the egg, and he started to laugh. Not a light little laugh; this was hold-his-sides, tears-running-down-his-face, foot-stomping, laughing. Just about the time he started to get himself under control, I reached in and pulled out a blue egg. That sent him right off again. I believe it was 5th egg that made him gasp, "Get out! Go away! Just let me die in peace!"

It was a good day.


  1. haahhahah that is too funny! =D

    how are the eggs doing anyways?
    have you candled them yet to see if theres any veining or anything?

  2. LMAO! I'm wondering if you have any Light Brahma Fertilized Eggs for sale. If so, email me a My son is looking for layers and it *has* to be this breed!

  3. rocking-m:

    I'll have them in a week! Email me.

  4. Heh heh... I've got a replacement egg coming soon and I'll jump back into the incubating fun when it gets here. Only this time I've ordered a backup too because my track record so far hasn't been good. The last one was violently crushed in a luggage accident on the way to the airport.