It's official: too hot for pantyhose in Houston. However, I recently read that something like 30-40% of women don't wear hose to the office anymore, so I stopped doing so about 2 weeks ago and it's lovely! What a break. I shoulda thought of this years ago but I didn't want to resemble the secretaries we have around here, but now I just don't care anymore.
Yesterday I went on patrol and I only worked 6 hours b/c it started to rain and even the turds know better than to come out in the rain. So there was little to do, though the building search at the tanning salon was fun. I always enjoy pulling my weapon. So I skipped out early and went to eat free pizza at Cici's.
Today S and I had another therapy session. Our therapist is working with us on how to argue better and, ugh, he brought Freud into the picture, talking about the id, ego, and superego. Freud was a jerk, but some of it makes a little sense, I'll admit.
The next 3 days finds me well north of Houston at the academy, taking the Survival Spanish for cops class. I just hope it's not too boring since I'm not totally incompetent at the Spanish language. But one of my favorite instructors is teaching it, the one who gave Mudflap his name. I just hate having to be all the way up there at 8am! Brutal!
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