I think I will start this thread as my official place to vent, rant or tell funny stories of my tales as a Marine Wife during Mike’s deployment!
No lie. Yesterday, as I arrive to pick up my son from his child care provider, she is being hauled off by AMBULANCE (heart palpitations were NOT a direct cause of my son). We get home after CrossPit to find…not one, but BOTH dogs are MIA. We police the perimeter to determine the route of escape, walk inside to get some water (and learned that our back doorknob will soon need to be replaced) only to find that our beloved fish (Starsky) had suffered an untimely passing and was as dead as…well…he was dead.
The boy kind of starts to sniffle and I bark that he needs to dry it up. It is, after all, just a fish! No crying for fish when men and women are dying in combat!! The boy asks if we can bury him and, as CINCHOUSE (for you non-military readers, that acronym stands for Commander In Chief), I authorized a “burial at sea.” He seemed glum as he held Starsky and dropped him in the toilet…he didn’t feel like he knew what to say and asked me to say a few words…so I did…“Starsky was a good fish…” I look at the boy, the boy looks at the fish and looks at me and we both proceed to laugh hysterically and flush little Starsky away.
He was a good fish!
Then I proceeded to panic about what I would DO with the boy because I HAD to go to work today. LauraR and Mom agree to take him at 0600 when I leave, drop him off at the school and pick him up and deliver him to after school care provider. THANK YOU LAURA R and MOM.
At the end of the day, after a VENTING call with Laura R, the dogs had been recovered, the fish had received a proper burial at sea, a call had been made to schedule a friend to come over and fix the broken doorknob, child care issues resolved…alarm set so that I can do it all again today!!
Thank GOD for good friends (and a good sense of humor!)
As the weeds grow…
Semper Gumby. 
super
