And I decide I will work at McDonalds and do whatever I have to do. Ahhh, to be able to sit in the living room with these boys who are all arms and lanky legs at this point and not have our knees touch will be divine. Well that, and to not hear, "Move over! I don't have any space!" quickly followed by, "I AM moved over! I don't have any space either!" Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait. I told the boys they can get dressed in their swim trunks on the last hotel morning on the way and when we pull up to the house we are going to throw them in the pool. Anyone want to join us?!
PS: BAH rates are obviously out for everyone! Have yours gone up? Down? Here's the link: http://perdiem.hqda.pentagon.mil/perdiem/bah.html
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I am sad for you. I have a vague sense of what BAH stands for, but as I am not in the inner circle --- with you airforce people, am not completely clear. I comprehend that it means they will give you less money to pay for your house. Wait tables though, forget McDonalds --- tips are the answer!
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