Well, Capt. UberHusband got his “orders” yesterday afternoon. I put “orders” in “quotation marks” because these “orders” could theoretically change at any time “per the needs of the Army” so, although we are preparing for this to be his official “assignment,” it won’t be “official” until he touches “ground”.

As expected, he’s going to Iraq. Fun. For twelve months. Good thing he’s lived through six Texas summers, eh?

I can’t say any more about it, because I think he’d have to kill me. Or, all of you. He can’t kill the weeds in our front yard, our lawn service already did that.

Sorry ’bout the post title, couldn’t come up with anything better that wouldn’t be schlocky, schmaltzy or schad. But let me tell you, I am going to create some kick ass care packages.