It's no secret. I love the color orange.
I wasn't always so lucky to have such fine, upper-class taste. No, my attachment to all things orange came swiftly and beautifully, like a summer sunrise (which is also orange). During my three and a half years at Syracuse University, I saw more orange than you can shake a stick at. Really. There are not enough hours in the day.
So, when I found out The Husband had been placed in VT-2 at Whiting, I was ecstatic. Finally, he too loves orange. For entirely different reasons of course, but hey, today it's orange t-shirts and tomorrow it's trekking to S.U. to hug Otto.
Pictured: Otto as Linda Blair
Anyway, last night was the "Bring Your Spouses to Whiting" night. There was Domino's Pizza and little bottles of soda, lots of kids running around and the obligatory Top Gun reference. It was fun. Squadrons three and six were also there, but unfortunately, all three squadrons' XOs and COs were away at conference. Oh well.
I got to climb onto a T-34, which was cool. Blake explained where all of the stuff was that I've been helping him study. Twas nice. Although I still don't know why there are two different color fire hydrants on base (the standard red and the mysterious blue). They're so close together I have a hard time believing they're both water. Any answers?
Today Blake meets his on-wing. The man who will be watching and grading his every move for five months. Yikes.
I have another day of temping ahead of me.
Just noticed that I've neglected to water the receptionist's peace lilly. Better get on that. Killing plants is a great way to make people hate you.
