If a ship were to say, “hey, sorry we planned this exercise to have you all at sea over the long weekend. How about we pull into port for Vererans Day at least before we go do more stuff?” then, naturally, my favorite sailor would have watch on that one day. Naturally. But fortunately, he got to dash home last night to hold the baby, wrastle the boy, and provide a warm lap for the resident meower.
We stopped at the store on our way home from dropping Hannah and kids at the airport. YEAH we grabbed the veteran spot! Since that’s the entirety of our Veterans Day celebration this year! We don’t even feel sheepish. Ok maybe a little.
Bye again, Chris! Nice to see you for a few hours! Thanks for your service and all that! See you for tortellini night! Hopefully!
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