ammogirl

Well, we’ve officially crossed over into the realm of ridiculous with the purchase of John’s belated Father’s Day gift–a freaking PS3.  You know, because the Xbox, Xbox 360, and Wii weren’t enough.  But I was silly, you see.  I gave him a choice of what he wanted, a brand new grill to replace the beatdown, world-traveling one we own now or the PS3, and what was I thinking?  Of COURSE the PS3 wins out, because as one of my friends from work pointed out, the grill is a default win anyway.  Because grills are necessary, meaning man cannot live without one, which makes it an automatic no-present purchase.  In other words, John is getting two presents for Father’s Day.  Belated.  And he’s not even my father.  Plus, have I mentioned he’s going to Italy on Wednesday for a softball tournament?  And I can’t go because the people he is going with are my entire office, meaning I am left behind to man both house AND work? By myself?  Sighhh.  I wish I was my husband, except then I’d be married to me, and that can’t be fun.

Hey, remember wayyyy back to last June when I found out I passed the test for my next stripe? Well!  Thirteen months later, I finally get to put it on.  I know!  I forgot I made another stripe too!  But sure enough, when I put on my uniform tomorrow, I will have six stripes instead of five, and that’s all kinds of awesome, the least of which being if I never make another rank, it doesn’t matter!  Tons of people retire as a Master Sergeant (MSgt, E-7, go ahead and take your pick), and while I certainly wouldn’t turn down the NEXT stripe, there will be no killing myself to try to make it.

Wow, I’ve just discovered that while answering any question, comment, or statement my husbands makes about the PS3, all I have to say is, “That’s awesome!” and he’s satisfied.  I just tried it.  Totally works.

Okay gotta go.

Tschuss!