Remember, folks: whenever a woman says "die for me because you are a man," just look her in the eye and say "my body, my choice."
Saturday, December 11, 2010
4 weeks to boot camp graduation. Reservations are made and we can't wait! I know it's "all good," but Damn I'm frustrated. I'm happy that Recruit is growing up and pursuing his goals, I'm happy (if a bit guilty) that he's financially independent from us. I'm happy that he's now really enjoying boot camp, and reveling in his accomplishments. I'm not happy about communicating by snail mail! A phone call! An e-mail! A text message! Please, that's all I want! I know I'm never again going to be a big part of his everyday life, and I'm cool with that, but Geez! I'd really like to hear his voice. Whine, whine, whine, boo f-ing hoo! Hmph!