Thursday, May 19, 2011

Chocolate covered strawberries count as a fruit.

I'm sitting here in a totally silent house. No noise at all except for the hum of the AC and the tap tap tap of my fingers on the keys. Well, and occasionally the jangle of Rori's tags. My parents have come and said their goodbyes to my husband. They have taken the children who have also said goodbye. They dont understand though, they're too young.

This is the perfect time for me to work on my sociology homework. I can't though. My mind is racing with thoughts of what the next year will hold. Am I going to get fat while he's gone by eating my feelings? *Crams chocolate covered strawberry into mouth* Should I start tanning or will that make it look like I'm trying to look hot for other people? *Examines glow in the dark pale white skin*...Hmmmm...all these thoughts!

I think we're setting the scene for the next Mary and Joseph. There is no more room at the Pilley Inn. My house has become the halfway house for homeless soldiers in my husband's company. I don't mind, gives me more of a reason to cook and I love cooking. We do need a larger hot water heater though.

The day I have to drop Casey off I am pretty sure I will be the only wife showing up with 4 husbands. I think I'll arrange them by height. Maybe rank...haven't decided yet. See, lots to think about! Lots of planning needs to be done.

I will now attempt to do my homework, and will leave you with your advice of the day...
Never hire a color blind bomb technician.

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