Joe's a Wiener

I hope this teaches him not to mess with my blog anymore. Hey Joe, there's something you may not know about me: I'm awesome.

On a more serious note, this is pretty well exactly how he sleeps. Just with shorter hair and minus the horrendous bedding. I hope one day a doctor will straighten out his breathing problem. Poor fella. If not, we may have to put him down.

Moving on.

There isn't too much to write. I'm finally hitting my stride with getting things unpacked and organized around the house, as it is I realized Joe's job security as a cook depends on it. All week his work attire has been "ate up" as they say. He came home with someone else's pants on the other day because he'd worn the incorrect uniform and had to borrow parts from others. (They're ACUs, but one's duty and one's something else. I can't tell them a part.) Anyway. After a couple days I put two and two together and realized the boy needs more structure and organization. And so, I'm unpacking in an effort for Joe not to get his ass kicked at work. There ya go.

Without Joe my existence is pretty minimal, though I did meet some people at our Family Readiness Group last night. I wasn't keen on going, but it turned out to be a good time. I got some solid info, which is all I've ever wanted, as well as dinner and go karts. I almost lapped Joe, but of course he claims to have had a slow kart. Ooh, and another Army wife that I've been talking to on the phone moves down tomorrow; I'm excited to finally meet her in person. She's a newbie too, and thus we empathize with each other on a variety of issues.

One final thing. We had peanut butter and jelly waffles for dinner. Not in the waffles, but between them as a sandwich, understand? It is delicious. I recommend anyone who hasn't yet to definitely try it. It's one of the wonderful things Joe brought to the table of our marriage. Speaking of marriage, even after a twelve hour day, he gladly assembled the meal and served me tonight. He may be a mouth-breather, but he's a good guy...even if he sasses me on my own blog.