So, today Brett and I had the grand plan of me going onto base with him before work ( at 6am thank you very much) so that we could go by and get me all "official" according the army. You know, with an ID and benefits and all that jazz....but it was once again not to be. ( we had tried on Monday but they wouldnt accept a copy of the marriage license -it had to be the real deal)...Brett's truck pretty much died on Hwy 5.
Luckily friends were in the area and a van was borrowed for the day...but I still havent heard what the results of the poor trucks visit to the machanic was, and it looks like we may be looking for a new vehicle. Of course, I don't know what we'll do in the mean time...
Things never seem to happen according to plan. Honestly, what's going to happen next?
Oh, incidently, I nearly burned down the apartment last night when I plastic lid slid down into the dishwasher and happily melted at the bottom. And I woke up this morning to a little stream of ants in the kitchen....honestly, I don't think I'm cracked up to be a house wife. So I better get a job for reals.