Husby was cooking us a tasty dinner when from the kitchen I hear the saddest little humming of a bugle or trumpet or something followed by this conversation
ME:"what was that, a lament for the chicken sandwhich?"
HUSBY: " no. (very seriously) that was the song for the army birthday"
ME: "you are joking right?"
HUSBY" No...(more humming bugle trumpet sounds)
ME: "yes you are joking haha"
HUSBY :" I never joke about the marine corpse"
ME: "Wow captain serious"
HUSBY: "are you blogging this?"
ME: ......."no?"
A collection of horrible events, actual pain, unrealistic expectations of myself and my challenge to get through it all with a smile on my face, a pocket full of pills, and an empty liquor cabinet.
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