March 01, 2007

My Mugshot

Had to go in to Husband's place of employ this morning to have a new ID card made up.

The results? Not pretty. But who cares?

It was an event, though, because I've never actually gone there by myself. I dislike driving anywhere near that city. And I felt very much like a civilian when I got there.

But I've got to admit, I get quite a kick out of hearing those enlisted folks call Husband "Sir."