I don’t know when he will arrive. But I know he’s on his way. The plane could break down. It could re-route. He could be bumped for a day or two. The military is extremely unpredictable. I think that as a matter of national security, we should just announce what “the plan” is. . .because things never seem to go that way anyway. Honesty. It will confuse the heck out of the terrorists.

Last time the plane broke and he spent 3 days in Thailand at the Hard Rock Hotel in Pattaya. . .sitting on the beach. . .parasailing. . .having an awesome custom suit made for $100. . .getting a massage. . .yeah. . .I felt soooooo bad for him. He called saying how much he missed me and just wanted to get home and all I could think was, “Shut up! You’re in Thailand!”

So, maybe he will stop somewhere. I heard people mention a possible Germany stop, in which case he’d best come home with some chocolate and marzipan for me! We have been trying to get stationed in Germany for about six years now, and I’m sure our duty assignment here has kept my weight at a more reasonable level, so maybe I should be thankful for the lack of really, really good chocolate at my convenience.

Whether he arrives bearing chocolate or not, I’m ready to get him home!