I talked to my husband today. I haven't gotten to talk to him very much in the six weeks that he's been deployed, so it was very nice. Even though I spent most of the conversation acting incredulous about things that go on in our life. Like...
"She kills me!"
And, "I know!"
Recently, he found out that he was actually able to read my blog from the dry part of hell in which he currently resides. So now I feel like I need to rethink what I write.
Not that my writing has been so scintillating lately. But still.
(Damn. There goes that post I had all written out complaining about my mother-in-law.)
Hey, Honey! Look over here!
(And there goes that post I had half written about my nutso father-in-law.)
Woo hoo, Honey! Check me out!
(And I can't even tell you about how my daughter has a "boyfriend" now.)
Breathe, Honey. Breathe. It will be okay.
But the rest of you, check back for stories of pre-teen love.
And, Honey, there is no reason to practice your marksmanship. Unless you need it to fight off bad guys. I got the whole boyfriend thing covered. I swear.
(I don't have a clue.)