We're still playing the waiting game with CPT Dick's orders. But my husband has some feelers out and is getting at least some ideas of where he might go, depending on when he gets the nod to leave his current unit. It's helpful intelligence but I want to know where the hell we're going definitively. And I want to know NOW. You know, so I can mail my porn and N*SYNC compact discs ahead of time so the military movers won't laugh at me.
But I guess hearing little trickles of maybe is almost as good. Not.
Anyway -- surprise, surprise -- yesterday, CPT Dick said that one of the places that the Army might send us is deploying this summer. And wouldn't you know that's the place that he *wants* to go. Of course, it's been a while since my husband has gotten sand in the crack of his ass so perhaps the fact that he was going to deploy was a no-brainer. But it still rocked me a bit. I've gotten used to having his dirty butt around.
I guess a deployment countdown is in my future. Time to get used to it. Time to figure out how I'll handle it with a toddler. And time to drink a lot of tequila.
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