ink_n_imp | FINALLY! AN UPDATE! Archaeology and what not

I think I'm suffering Post Tramatic Stress Disorder from the last dig. What a fucker that was, I can't even bring myself to do a recap of it. Suffice to say I busted my ass over ridges and quicksand, on a site that looked like a bomb had hit it (only bulldozers, I know, but it was TOTALED. The ridges were COMPLETELY stripped of not only the top soil but the A horizon, which is where all the artifacts live, so...THANKS GUYS.) and, oh, I put a RUSTY NAIL THROUGH MY WORK BOOT.

LUCKILY, because the boss is in Brazil (and may he suffer an uncomfortable and embarrassing illness from some sort of insect or water-carried what not...nothing LIFE THREATENING, just so his life is as shitty as Bill and mine were while we were digging at WP3) and we can't get a backhoe for the Bronx site without him around to wheel and deal with the developer, I haven't had work this week! Woohoo! My garden is going to be SO AWESOME this year. My tomatoes and peas and zucchini are GERMINATED!! I can't wait to plant them! *GLOMPS HER SEEDLINGS!!*

You know what, though? That dig last week was such a pain and misery I'm just going to start telling people what I WISHED had happened up there; that I found some sort of unspeakably evil artifact in the quicksand (SERIOUSLY, there was QUICKSAND, and it's terrifying stuff), which nearly jump started the Zommunist Revolution. Luckily, I was able to destroy it before my good friend Ian (A.K.A. Agent Barbarossa) could gloat.

Yes, that's my story, and I'm sticking by it.

Once more, the day has been saved by Antonella, Aspiring Archaeologist. *HEROIC POSE!*
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