Break

Hotels and 2-year-olds don't mix. At least not after two hours. We've had a week. And have one more to go.

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I noticed my friend criteria on Facebook has evolved. I'm no longer asking dudes who I kinda sorta knew back in high school. I'm never ask females unless we're related. And I avoid ex-girlfriends' pages altogether. I still say yes to the people who ask me, and I should probably start adding my military buddies. But I'm really not interested in communicating with more than 165 people at any one time. At least not without a bullhorn.

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At one point, I was only worried about successfully navigating my way to officer. Now that I'm here, I have enough spare time to worry about when I'm going to find the time to succeed at what I'm doing next.

Waiting. Thursday. Not. Cometh. Yet.

From a phone conversation between people about 1,000 miles or so away from each other.

Wife (Sounding hurt): So who is going to pin you?

Me (Confused): Pin me? (Pause.) Pin me?

Wife (Sounding frustrated): Yes. People get pinned at graduation. (Hinting sound.) Usually by their wives.

Me (Confused): Pin me with what?

Wife (More frustrated): Your rank.

Me (Confused): But my rank is already stitched on the uniform. I don't know where you would pin something else.

Wife (Extremely frustrated): So I can pin you?

Me (Triumphant. And confused): Yes you can!