I alarmed some of my relative readers by my last impassioned post; which makes me feel very loved. (Also, I seem to have tapped into the mother lode of excellent advice. One mention of some issue that troubles me, be it gardening or cooking, and the next day I have received a missive on how to make it better.) But to clear up some of the hazy details from my last post, the deferment of retirement is not law, it's a proposal. It wouldn't affect Keith's retirement, only those who in the future would sign up.
In the proposal, those who sign up for service of ten, twenty or thirty years would not start getting their retirement until they were sixty two, sixty and fifty seven, respectively. The amount of retirement would be twenty five percent for ten years service, fifty percent for twenty years and seventy five percent for thirty years.
Aside from the fact that we would be treating our veterans poorly, this system would also severely reduce the amount of seasoned and experienced active duty personal in the system. What would induce them to stay in after ten years? And they are what keeps the system going.
Ever since our second anniversary, I have just been falling deeper in love with my husband. Lately he has been as irresistible to me as fresh baked bread. And he is so in love with me. There is no activity he might be doing that could not, in his mind, be improved upon by my presence.
Working on vehicles? He would love to have me there. Watching "Sliced," going to Autozone, playing "Bad Company?" If I join him at any time, he is always delighted to see me.
I tend to blog about the times when he doesn't like my cooking, but I only do this because, for one thing, they are entertaining and for another, they are rare. The reason he's resistant to new things is because, in his mind, I have already scaled the heights of culinary perfection. He has told me on more than one occasion that my cooking is the one good thing in an otherwise terrible day.
He has ceased to brag about my cooking at all to the other guys because for one thing, he doesn't want them to feel bad and for another, he worries that someone might come, cave man like, and carry me away so that I can cook for them. For example, today he assigned the code word "cereal" to the chili that's planned for dinner. (Yesterday is was chicken piccata, which he stoically ate with gobs of A1 sauce, capers and all, so I figure he deserves some chili.)
What can I say? He is just a good man.
My overstock items arrived and I am thrilled with them. I love the little dress, it's perfect for casual outings, very lightweight and yet the workmanship feels solid. It's machine washable and wrinkle resistant. The capris I got are probably the most comfortable thing I've ever worn. I'm going to have to order more.
