With all the drama, drama, drama going on, I've decided to for once to just keep my fucking mouth shut and blog about something completely pointless. Still Army related, but irrelevant to any of the current goings on.
My husband had been active for 2 years when a new guy joined the unit whose name was. . . wait for it. . . Jody! OMG! An infantryman named JODY! Funniest shit I'd ever heard. So poor Jody got shit everyday during PT runs and was forced to sing the Jody-calls. Poor kid. Couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
Anyway, Jody was a great friend and over at the house all the time. After PT to change, for lunch, over the weekend. . . All the time. Nice guy but he kind of freaked me out. He was the same height, weight, hair color, eye color, face shape, and build as my husband. Could have been his damn brother! Freaky!
When the boys would come home after PT, I'd make coffee and pancakes or something while they were showering and changing. Good Army wife, you know. One day, they come in, Jody heads upstairs and T is talking to me around the corner while I get coffee on. I came out of the kitchen around the corner and on the way past my husband, I smacked him on the ass and that poor bastard must have jumped a good foot off the ground. I laughed, continued on my way to the living room and picked up our conversation where we'd left off. "Is it going to rain today?"
"I think so. It was sprinkling all during PT."
WTF? That's not T talking. That's fucking Jody! Oh shit.
Up the stairs I go like a whore out of a church and into our room where T stands getting on his uniform.
"Were you just downstairs?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"OK. Let me rephrase. . .
Did I just smack you on the ass?"
T justs gives me the funniest look, starts laughing and runs down from whence I had just come, screaming at the top of his lungs,
"JODY!! Wait til the guys at work hear this shit! That's fucking outstanding!"
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