emergency

The other day at work I had a physical. This wasn't by choice but a requirement for work. In order to don (a fancy engineering term that means "wear") the space suit each person is required a physical. Long before this physical, I had heard nothing but horror stories from the fellow coworkers. "Remember, the doctor only has two arms." "Hey Matt, look over here and cough." I never laughed. Anyways, the hour had come upon me before I even had time to catch a case of swamp ass. Phew. The only bad part about whole visit was the part where the doctor told me I was overweight. I laugh and question her. She didn't laugh. Ok then, I'm overweight, how much do I need to lose? "About 20 pounds." Turns out I'm about 4 points on the BMI scale from being obese. I laugh. She didn't laugh. Then she told me to turn my head and cough. I didn't laugh.

New word around the office is that I'll be a test subject towards the end of the week. That's right I'll be donning the real deal space suit. They will be conducting emergency training for the technicians. Which means they'll be jerking me out of the suit extremely quick. I do get to pretend to pass out. Hope I really don't pass out.

My Future Wife must have had a case of IBS last night. When I say I'll call you right back that doesn't mean tomorrow or next week. Keep your phone near because I'll be calling right back. At least most of the time. Whateva.

Yesterday I had a hellacious case of gas. It was slightly embarrassing for me. Many times throughout the day I had emergency runs to the little boys room. Not for number 1, not for number 2, but to release a tremendous buildup of pressure. When it came, it came. I LOL every time too.

What current branch of the U.S. military was a corps of only 50 soldiers when World War I broke out?

Last entry's answer was Rose Bowl.