notjustamilitarywife

This evening I was having what started out as a perfectly mundane conversation with my husband on the phone (he’s still out doing survival training).  It went something like this:

J: I bought the Harold and Kumar movie at the BX tonight.  I need a laugh tonight.

Me: Oh, that’s nice.  Bring it home so I can watch it too at some point.  Hey, I just finished making a totally kick ass Xmas centerpiece for the dining table .

J: That’s great.  We’ll see if I like it when I get home.

Me: I know you will, because even if you don’t I’m going to ignore your negative comments and mentally insert delighted ravings over my design sense in their place.

J:  I know you will.  Oh, when I get home we’re going to have to have a conversation about what you should do if I ever go missing.

{Moment of dead silence from me}

Me: Um, Ok?

J: Yup, well, we can talk about that later.  I’m going to go watch my movie now!

I love how nonchalantly he brought that up . . .  ahh, military life.

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