2 posts tagged “weird”

Are you planning on doing any spring cleaning this year? If so, please share a cleaning tip you swear by.

Cleaning up is for sissies, so we're just going to move. I mean, we've lived here for almost three months, and that is just way too long to be rooted to one spot. Finally having the area figured out and the house semi-organized is such a drag.

If you are especially perceptive, you may have sensed the barest tinge of sarcasm above. As much of a PITA as a PCS move is, though, we are looking forward to heading back East sometime in the next month or so. Could be as soon as a few weeks, but the Navy will take its sweet time in telling us, as ever. I just got back home from a lovely and productive trip out to where we'll be stationed to start getting the lay of the land and do some house-hunting. I couldn't have done it without my mom, who offered her experience and input throughout what is, to me, the highly mysterious process of looking at houses and neighborhoods. She also served as moral support when we thought we were going to die of the real estate agent's terrifying driving practices. Oh, and she was witness to the car that pulled up next to us with a dead deer head, antlers and all, in the passenger seat. Redneck Godfather for the win.

Anyway, I'm back home now, with all my luggage. That wasn't a sure thing right at first, since my suitcase was apparently put on a different flight than the one I was on. M and I stuck (grumpily) around the the airport until the flight with my suitcase arrived, but that was way better than filing a claim and hoping it would get delivered as promised. If I'd known we'd end up waiting around for the later flight anyway, I would have just taken that one to begin with and not run myself ragged trying to make the tighter connection in Houston. IAH may be the most obnoxious airport I've ever had the displeasure to try to navigate. Oh well.

I had my first wedding dress fitting this afternoon, which left me horrified by the cost of alterations (almost as much as we paid for the dress itself) and shaking my head in bemusement at cultural differences.

The seamstress was an Asian woman, and we were making small talk as she pinned up my hem. She asked where we were going on our honeymoon, and I explained that we weren't going on one right away because my fiancé is in the military. At this point, she lights up.

"You know, if you get divorced after twenty years, you get half his retirement!"

I was flabbergasted. As she merrily latched onto the topic and elaborated for the duration of the fitting, I could barely stifle my laughter. I mean, I'm standing there in my wedding gown, imagining how I'm going to look on the day I marry the love of my life... and this woman is blithely, matter-of-factly explaining how it'll still be fine if it all goes to hell. Mental disconnect, much?

Someone might want to tell her that, ah, practical though her information might be, most blushing brides-to-be are not eagerly planning their post-divorce financial situations.