Sex is not.
Now that we have that out of the way, let's begin counting the days until Nathan's arrival. Since the Air Force doesn't like to give an actual specific date, I'm stuck with April 23rd or 26th. Not too bad actually.
It's really hard to blog when I feel like I have nothing new to add that I haven't already said over a dozen times already.
Well, there is the one story...
Nathan is a bit of a klutz. Last week he fell down at work and in the process dumped jet fuel all over him. Got it in his eyes (okay after a quick washing), mouth (okay after much spitting) and ear. The ear required a visit to the hospital for a quick flushing out.
At the hospital he had no less than four people complain to his face about his smell (have you ever smelled jet fuel? it really is lovely) to his face and probably a dozen more behind his back. And of course the guys at work thought it was hilarious.
That's all I've got.
Hey I just realized your an AF wife too. Yup my hubby used to come home sometimes smelling of jet fuel; that stuff is VERY irritating to the skin. We'll back to Simming :)
Posted by: PRMami | March 31, 2005 at 10:08 AM