Friday, January 13, 2012

TA-50 should refer to the amount of army crap in my house

Oh TA-50, how I love thee.  NOT!!!  We have devoted an entire closet to my husband's TA-50.  8 bags packed to the brim, stacked on top of each other, filling every nook and cranny of a closet in my house.  A closet wasted on gear that is used probably 5 times a year for field problems and when he is deployed.  I hate the space it wastes.  It also never seems to stay organized either.  The other night, my husband needed his pro mask (gas mask) for some inspection.  Of course, he could not find it (big surprise!!!).  While he was in a searching daze/rage he completely missed my advice to search the box at the top of the closet.  He then gave up.  I immediately open the closet, pull down the box at the top of the closet and ta-da!  pro mask is found!  I did my best touchdown dance into the bedroom, threw the pro mask at my husband and reminded him how awesome I am and how he is so lucky to have a woman as amazing as me to put up with him.  He then bowed down to my awesomeness and pledged his undying love for me (okay, anyone who knows me, knows that last part was totally in my mind).

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