I got a second email from our Family Support Group saying it's *mandatory* for us to attend "family reunion briefings" this month. . . . What are they going to do to me if I don't go? Not give me any support anymore? Gee, not that they've given me any yet. I'm not going. What are they going to tell me that I don't already know? This is not the first deployment we've been through. I don't relish the idea of sitting around with a bunch of stupid military wives and their screaming children, only to hear stuff that I already knew. . . .
Mandatory family reunion briefings, heh.
I'm not sure how much a pedant should cost, but I could buy one that looks one-of-a-kind.
I made a joke about Abelian grapes today and Kevin laughed. It is nice that despite the craptacular job market, unseasonably cold weather, and our…