California Luv...maybe

So having to deal with the Navy is quite like living in a crazy soap opera (much like Passions). In the ongoing saga of "Where will the move next?" we found out today that supposedly in a week we will get to pick where we're going next. But here's the catch: there's a bunch of other poeple who have to pick before us, and we get to pick from whatever is left over. On the list was San Diego (our first pick), Florida (but the nothern rednecky part), Everett and Whidby Island (which is by where we already are), Virginia (which is cool because it's almost like "Vagina") and Hawaii. I'm not gonna fret too much over it because there's not much I can do but wait. Then we are supposed to move probably in october.

I'll explain the entire situation in a more concise way that will easily explain why dealing with the military is incredibly unbearable: When you get to the bottom of it, Bush is Collin's boss.

And we all know what a great job he's doing.

****A quick note for the government employee who is being paid to read this: I love the President, I swear. Please don't throw me in jail. Thanks.