Say Uncle

There are some serious perks to being married to the military. Like I can go all crazy-overprotective paranoia-mom and take Little One to the doctor a bazillion times if I want, and it is free! And I think I may have mentioned, once or twice, the hot-navy-boy uniform benefits. Yes. But, there are downsides, I'm afraid. Besides the obvious 'war' thing (we're SO not going to think about that right now) there are times when even the hottest of the uniforms do not compensate for the suckiness. I mean, for instance, what is the point of sizzlin outfits if I can't SEE them because they are miles and miles away?!
Sadly, J and his uniform have shipped out on rotation for the next six weeks. This means I have no one to stick my cold toes on in bed at night, no one to blame for the covers getting messed up, no one to make cookies for, no one to eat injera with. It means that Little One is not getting an adequate daily rendition of Fox in Socks. Which is all just very unacceptable, if you ask us.
In fact, Little One and I miss J SO much, that it overwhelms all appreciation for tax-free groceries and secret club-houses at airports. In fact, Little One and I would like to say a few things about this whole stealing-our-J thing. We'd like to say them loudly and with a disgruntled and slightly confrontational tone!! So if you see that Uncle Sam guy around here, well. You might just want to tell Him to watch his back.