Symptoms

Late at night, after a not so stress-free day, I tiptoed into the bedroom. The DH was sleeping off his terrible day of "food poisoning" (aka tummy bug, he was in denial), so I tried to undress quietly...

THAT became a little harder to do when I discovered that I had been wearing TWO bras all day. I had to leave the room before I burst out laughing.

Seriously, what in the world would cause me to NOT notice I was wearing TWO torture devices simultaneously? Stress, age or hormonal brain damage from trying to birth my own baseball team in a short time?

I'm going with stress. There could possibly be a few too things on my mind these days, some of which I am not free to talk about...
I know, I hate cryptic posts too. But really, it's not my place to discuss what weighs so heavily on our hearts at the moment...

One the bright side, tomorrow,  my totally recovered DH completes the last chore on his AF to-do list so that he can FINALLY receive our orders and actually start taking care of things like: scheduling the movers, booking our car for it's ocean cruise, reserving our temporary housing (base hotel while you sign out of your rental); signing up for housing at the new base, pre-registering the kids for school as well as the next to-do list that can only be done when one is holding the "hard copies" (official orders).

Whew.

The next 70ish days are going to FLY by! 

Speaking of "food poisoning" (Flu) can you imagine doing a "required-for-your-pcs' chemical warfare exercise when your body is revolting?

Not me. I'm a lie-down and whinge about it sort of gal.
NO WAY would I bend, tuck, dress myself and trap my face in a mask while sick. NO WAY.

Just in case they're thinking of recruiting me.

Just for grins, here's a photo of an Irish Barbie doll... (his words not mine!)

What ridiculous things have you done lately?