Yesterday, upon Jason’s request I ran by the recruiter’s the pick up paperwork for his transfer. Nothing startles a room full of military men quite like a pregnant dread-headed woman with facial piercings and a sleeve tattoo. Thankfully he had called his recruiter prior to my arrival, so he had recognized me and rescued me from the swarm of anxious military personnel.
It should be interesting when we move the a base in the South. Yippee.
Listening to: Charles Mingus’ Oh Yeah
Flower Child 