Time

So I'm 23. Not that old, not that young. In the grand scheme of things 5 months is a relatively short time. Well it sure doesn't feel like it. Since Brad left I feel like years and years have crawled by and I just sat there waiting. What's weird is at the same time it feels like just yesterday I was dropping him off at the compound then driving home balling my eyes out. I don't think most people can go through what us wives do. I have friends who sit around and say how lucky I am to not have Brad at home all the time and that they wish their husbands would join so they could get them out of the house. I'm thankful for these friends because they have taught me exactly how much self control I have because I haven't reached out and slapped them... yet.

So Brad and I were emailing earlier and I want to know why I always end up playing the game alphabet soup. I swear I cringe at even three letter words now. The fun this that I probably shouldn't do is make up my own meanings for them....MAC...My Ass Cringes (Master @ Arms Chief)... OHA.... Overly Hateful American (Overseas Housing Allowance). I think you get the idea. Unfortunately there are so many of these I could go on for days. I've almost given up and have found that sometimes it's easier to just smile and nod instead of ask for a definition, which then turns into a 30 minute explanation of exactly what that is and how it works. Oh well, at least everythings SNAFU.