Mr Husband came home from drill recently and asked, “What would you say if I told you I may be going to airborne school?”

“REALLY!?!?  Oh shit I would be SOOOO JEALOUS!”

*puzzled look from Husband*

I don’t think that was the answer he was looking for.  “How would you feel looking over the edge of a 300 foot tower knowing you have to jump while some asshole holds the end of your rope?”

As he’s speaking my eyes get progressively bigger and are positively twinkling by the end of his rant.

*Husband gives up*

He wants to transfer units so that he doesn’t have to drive 3 hours away every time he has a guard drill. But the 88M guys here in Omaha are all required to go to airborne school.

Mr Husband is pensive.

I’m green with envy.

I offered to go in his place, but I don’t think that one would fly.

Actually, I was going to say “that one would go over like a lead balloon” but after last week’s episode of Mythbusters…

*SIGH*

I got my game. I GOT MY GAME! All right, admittedly I got it earlier in the week and have been playing it whenever I get a chance, but I’m only a level 6 n00blet pirate so it’s still new news.

Here begins the adventures of Captain Jolly Fustercluck and her ship The Barmy Mama. Yes, that’s where I got the idea for the handle. I wanted it to name my ship. I’m at that level of dorkdom.

P.S. I’m on the Guadalupe server if anyone else is playing. We can rape the horses, ride off on the women, and uh, plunder and… prune the hedges… of many small villages.