So......we meet again, poochy.........

Yeah, so the geniuses that designed my apartment complex put the mailboxes right next to the entrance and mine on the bottom row so that should someone try to exit whilst I'm squatted over getting my mail, I go sailing through the air to finish with a "Jamaican faceplant" in the parking lot. And, as we all know, my luck would have it, almost everyday I have a near-miss collision at the front door. Well, yesterday, I had the near-miss with deja vu. The pooch that tried to eat me when I moved in, made another attempt. As I got home from work yesterday, I heard the door start to open and gave out my traditional "whoa, I'm out here" only to be greeted by some dude (probably the boyfriend) trying to hold the dog back from devouring me. He was kool though and saw I was in my work clothes and backed the dog up so I could get past. One day, there will be a battle of epic proportions between da pooch and me. We'll bleed the ground red at Falkirk.
In other news, today has been hectic all morning and I fly out to Tulsa, OK tomorrow to assist in differential gps testing on an aircraft. Even though its a production aircraft, I'm not getting hazard pay so I'm not getting on it. They're going to do test take-offs with one engine to get an idea of how much a plane will pull one way or the other. Yeah, again, I'm not riding shotgun on this "express elevator to hell - going down" (movie quote, but from where?).
Oh, also, fun fact, when you say "back in the day" it was a Wednesday. Yeah, no lie. Put that in your mouth. Its delicious..........