More gratitude I'm no longer in talk radio

[csberry]

So yesterday morning I'm sleeping in because I had Calvin the night before so JD got him when he woke in the morning. All of the sudden I heard some sort of news reporter interrupting my dream. I allow my ears to wake up and I hear the news about Saddam's capture. I open my eyes and JD's sitting in the chair next to the bed. "Thank God I'm not a producer anymore," I mumbled (the scenario was far too similar to that lovely weekend morning that I turned on the TV and Columbia was missing over TX). JD said that my dad had made the same statement about my employment earlier that morning when she took Calvin down. I could casually lie in bed and flip between news channels to hear what all they had to say until they started repeating themselves.