Husband blames a lot of stuff on the Air Force. Like, "I have to shout commands at the top of my lungs, I'm practicing for Air Force." Or, "Babe, I can't stop saluting until you salute me, you're the commanding officer." And recently, due to an unfortunate incident that involved a lot of sit ups in the rain, JR developed and then named a new pet he affectionately referred to as his chafe.
The newest Air Force blame is Mustache March. Thank you, General Mark A. Welsh III. As the commanding officer in the Air Force, he threw down the gauntlet. And Detachment 855 has accepted. JR accepted with enthusiasm. Of course answering my disgust with; "I have to, it's for the Air Force!!"
On the first day of March, JR vowed to me that if he won any awards for his 'stache he would keep it until the baby comes. By about day four he said to me, almost in a whisper; "I think we're both hoping I don't win any awards." People, let us pray.
Joking aside, he is so dedicated and works extremely hard at something that isn't easy. I will never know where he gets all the energy to pull these 18-hour days with a positive attitude. I literally don't understand how he still has time to think of me and be invested in home life. He sure has a proud wifey!
Your husband is crazy!
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