Our military hiatus is over.
Just when we had slipped into a routine of together and work and home and TV and relax and bed... the military has ordered Superman away for a month of training.
Better now than when bebe's here, we say.
Last time Superman was sent to this particular locale for training, I was sent the following picture of him:
All I kept thinking to myself... besides, I HEART THIS VISION OF A MAN... is, I hope to hey-zeus he did not go out and get himself all of these toys.
Because Army wives, we all know that when our husbands leave for prolonged periods of time, you can almost guarantee they'll get the toy itch.
And you can bet your life that they'll scratch it.
Luckily he only scratched one of those three itches. This:
At first, I was nervous and scared of the dang thing. But soon enough it became a staple in our relationship -- an integral part of our dating adventure. We even featured it in our engagement photos. But in our quest for financial freedom before tying the knot, we sold it. That's when I realized how much I loved it. I think I cried more than Superman. I loved that bike and everything it stood for with all my heart.
As long as I'd known Superman, he owned a bike, so seeing it go was like a losing half a person. He felt the loss too I'm sure, but not as hard as I did.
Now, I've got the itch to get this toy back, and ironically Superman is not having any of it! It's certainly not the financial freedom this time. I think being a part of the Blue and seeing what these bikes can do to you when something goes wrong coupled with baby on the way has turned him into a no-thank-you.
Nonsense! Let the record show that I want one. I want to ride all over town with one. I want to join in the bajillion motorcycle runs for charity and be a raging motorcycle riding philanthropist.
I'm just saying that if Superman decides he wants to scratch that itch at this locale again, I wouldn't be mad is all.