No...not Santa...
That big elf dumped enough crap here that I really don't want to see him again for a while.
I mean really...WTF was I thinking during my last shopping excursion? Legos? OMG...I need to slip some of these things away and hide them. I can't take it. Between that box of six gazillion Lego's pieces to make a freaking firetruck (along with diagram instructions) and the Finn McMissile that you can take the wings, tires, and propellers off of and redesign it (only the Kiddo can't manipulate it so I am taking the wings, tired and propellers off every ten fucking seconds for him to redesign it) I'm about to bag it all up.
But anywhooo...
The Husband...he's the one on his way!
He's already left his base and is at another 'prep' location. I can't pronounce it. But that's ok.
It's funny to hear a hillbilly completely butcher the Arab language...or whatever language...any language.
But he's started Leg One.
Now I am having an Anxiety Attack about him coming home.
I remember the Craptasticness that the first Reintegration was.
And then I am SOOO excited to see him!
He's promised to see a Therapist...I'm already seeing a Therapist. I love him to pieces, but I know I'll be watching him closely. Waiting for the Piss Ass Husband to emerge.
I hope he doesn't. I'd really like to just get The Husband back home and leave all the Craptastic Garbage overseas.
Plus I would really really like to have a second set of hands to field Kiddo.
Oh yeah...and I need an audience for the Most Awesome Welcome Home Honey outfit that I bought at Fredericks with my first paycheck.
*grin*
About Me
- Seriously....Me.
- Married to GI Joe, and the Mother to GI Joe Jr (whom is currently addicted to the Wonderful World of Superheroes), I'm a WV Hillbilly plunked down in a subdivision. I have a backyard garden, crazy neighbors, and a goofy dog that we love on Tuesdays. We love to travel and explore new things, so feel free to browse our life. Sometimes it is exciting, most of the time it is just life. But we are having a good time at it.
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I'm so excited for you. My sisters husband got back from Afghanistan a few weeks ago. I know it's an adjustment. I'll keep my fingers crossed that things goes smoothly for you and your family.
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