Sometime last month in our kitchen, this conversation took place… “Hey babe, they are asking if I want to go on *Insert bad-ass GI JOE sounding name* Course in October.” “Sounds like fun.” “I would be leaving the day after I get home from fall training ex.” “mhmm” “I runs almost 2 months” “mhmm” “It means I’d be gone for about 10 weeks this fall.” “mhmm” “So…. what do you think?” “I think it sounds exactly like something you would like to do.” “It is.” “So I think you should go ahead and do it while you have the opportunity.  It’s just 10 weeks.” “Really?  I love you.  You are the best wife ever.  Truly.  I should buy you shiny things and do the laundry more often.” (Warning… final sentence is interpreted as what I heard, not necessarily what was said.) So yesterday and today, as it looked like the Army threw up in our living room, as kit was packed and all those little notebook thingies were written, I realized that in about 10 days, someone will need to remind me of my absolute coolness as  wife.  So I put it here for you, so you may read my ‘ugh this sucks’ post that I am sure will be coming in a month or so… ..lets not kid ourselves, by 10 a.m. tomorrow… ..and remind me that I said, “Sure babe. That sounds like a great opportunity.  I know you don’t HAVE to (this time) but I think you…