We may need to put an addition on to the Chako household. Our pad was already barely big enough to contain the massive (and growing) egos of the Chako family . . . now, apparently, I'm living with a decorated combat veteran.
Bronze star. One of the highest awards given for military combat service, short of having your ass directly in the line of fire. Sheesh. Like the Dr. needed one more thing to make his head swell.
For those of you who know him, he's a fine man. He's also a fine soldier. And, thankfully, a solider returned to his family in one piece.
If you haven't already headed over to his site to wish him congratulations, please do so.
Regardless of how hard it will be live with him now, I'm still proud.
Besides, he may be decorated, but I'm still The General in our house . . .
Respectfully submitted,
The Wife
2 comments:
Ma'am, yes ma'am!
Thanks, babe.
-The (decorated) Husband
"...still The General in our house..."
That had me crackin' me up. :-)
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