Bet You Wish We Were Home Too, Eh?

 

Gov 1

 

There I am, shaking hands with the governor!  That's right, Governor Gregoire came by to visit her deployed constituents.  She thanked us again for our service, and took some time to talk about all the snow and flooding problems (sounds like a job for the National Guard!...oh, right, they're in Iraq...).  Ha ha.

Anyway, that was pretty neat, getting to meet the governor, although I would have preferred to have done it in Washington, without a rifle slung over my shoulder, and in some classier duds ("Hey, I can't believe we all wore the same outfit to this luncheon!  This is sooooooooo embarrassing!).

Gov 4

I've always been a fan of the gov, ever since she helped out with my Wal-Mart issue a few years back (that was when she was still our AG, I do believe).  Maybe she has room on her staff for a lit guy?

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