No Judging

Photo from earlier this summer.

Just as I opened her bedroom door this evening, Miss C slammed shut her laptop and looked over at me with THE guiltiest look on her face.

We held each other’s stare for a few awkward seconds before I cleared my throat.

“Miss C?”


“What were you looking at?”


“You know, it’s better if you just TELL me because I’m gonna find out anyway.”



“IT WAS HANNAH MONTANA! I’m binging on HANNAH MONTANA! It’s been six years. It was my favorite show. STOP JUDGING ME!!!!”


This happened in my office today. Names removed.

Former Air Force: “That flu shot yesterday? Man, my arm is *hurting* today.”

Air Force #1: “Yeah, I know. I don’t know why, but this is the first year I can remember feeling sore.”

Air Force #2: *stretching out arm* “Mine’s pretty sore, too!”

Soldier: “Really? I’m not feeling anything in my arm. So weird!” (Gets up from chair, drops to the floor, does 20 push-ups and 20 flutter-kicks.)

Former Air Force: (Lifts up mug with good arm. Sips coffee.)