- Greg (my supervisor) getting distracted by my cubicle decorations
(and yes it was a marmot, on a card Steve made me)
We can pretend it’s slang for being crazy or something. But we know the truth. It means you went in a cup of shit. A 3-foot cup of shit. After being shrunk by a ray-gun. A half full cup of shit. (Or half empty.) That's in the corner of Steve's room. So it can be looked at. Or eaten. Your choice. You can do whatever you want with it.
So I think we've got four cuppers going on this trip. Maybe. I hope. Someone better tell me by the time I get off work so I get enough supplies. Unless there are huge objections, I will just get the usual burgers, hot dogs, burrito/taco things, sandwich supplies, eggs, potatoes, cereal/oatmeal, produce/healthy snacks for food. I'll probably try to snag some chips and drinks too (either soda or gatorade powder). Feel free to bring along any snacky things you think you might want (goldfish, cookies, booze, etc). Dan, don't forget the paper towels or you will personally be used to absorb messes. Well, probably not, you aren't terribly absorbant, but I will be sad. Steve, if you can manage to come, could you pick up a box of firewood on your way in? We're in Hodgdon Meadows, not Upper Pines, so don't go into Pines trying to find us because we won't be there. And from the looks of the weather forecast, waterproof stuff seems like a good idea.