Baby, It’s Hot Outside
Author: Stacy18 Dec
Well, I’m back to walking, breathing and blogging amongst the living. Nothing some high octane drugs, wine tasting and time with CU couldn’t fix.
Mom called today at lunchtime and asked me if I was all ready for Christmas. I told her it was, but it was so warm outside that it hardly seemed very festive. This is usually when CU likes to regale me with stories about what Christmas was like in Hawaii…76 degrees with brief windward and mauka showers.
Uh…yeah…that’s why people like going there in December! Hee.
The best thing about the holidays this year, obviously, is having CU here, with me, on the correct side of the planet. He got an email from The Army, and it appears as though they’ve received his third resignation letter and are processing it. Ironically, he also got an email the same day letting him know the Major promotions board would be convening next Spring…and I guess he’s on the list.
I was sort of hoping I would be able to call him Major UberHusband (”I have a major uberhusband!”) at least once in an official capacity, but it looks like he is mere moments away from being permanently separated from the US Army…and has zero motivation to back out at this point. I don’t blame him - and besides, the acronym “MU” looks silly.
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3 Responses for "Baby, It’s Hot Outside"
Yeah, “MU” reminds me of the Omega Mus from Revenge of the Nerds:) Glad they’re finally letting him out…after eight years.
He actually has almost 12 years in…he was commissioned when he graduated, so the Army has been a part of his entire adult life. Weird. He also received an email offering $10k to IRR officers who are willing to move from the IRR into an actual Reserves or NG unit…um yeah…$10k and another pretty much guaranteed tour in Iraq. No thanks - he said once was enough. :) Now maybe for a million dollars…
Hubs ETS’d just before another promotion too. But he’d already had 14 years between active duty/national guard/active duty. He was done.
And I thought the same thing as Becky.
I spent a week in Florida in December a few years ago and thought it was just so bizarre to be wearing shorts and seeing plastic snowmen on green grass. Snowmen. on green grass. There was just something wrong with that. But then I do tend to forget that not all of the country turns into a frozen wasteland in winter.