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In other news, the ladies from our battalion/brigade had a farewell dinner for our fearless “leader.” There is a battalion change of command coming up, and that means we are losing the Lt-Col and his fantastic wife to Fort Hood. It’s really a drag for a number of reasons. Just to name a few:
- They have both been fantastic for the battalion. Morale went up 1000% since they arrived, in my opinion. And my opinion really counts for next to nothing, but I thought things were pretty good when we got here under the last Lt-Col, and they only got better.
- She’s like the Martha Stewart of the Army world. The woman is amazing. It’s actually probably a good thing that I won’t be attending any more of her coffees (at least as far as my weight is concerned), but sadly, this means I can’t go to any more of her coffees.
- We’ve been here longer. And that’s sort of a slap in the face after the rest of it.
Anyway, we had a dinner at a great little restaurant overlooking the water in Steilacoom called the Topside Bar and Grill. It was typical “bar and grill” foods like sandwiches, burgers, pasta, steak, etc. I ended up having their clam chowder and macaroni and cheese, and it was quite delightful. And the view was spectacular. One of the other wives in attendance is due 8 days before me (her husband was my husband’s former battle buddy), and she looked very cute and very pregnant. It made me feel kind of like a blob. Okay, maybe not kind of. Definitely. I definitely felt like a blob.
I foresee another pregnancy like E’s. I’m going to hit 32 weeks and people are going to look at me like I grew 3 heads when I tell them I’m 7 months along. Such is life.
