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That’s right. The time has come again for Forced Family Fun!

Ok, that’s about as much excitement as I can muster up, given the fact that we’re all forced to join together, go to this dinner in our Bravos, most of which don’t fit so we look like we’re all making a bunch of left hand turns because not one person in that building can lift their arm above their elbow. Not to mention it takes 4 people to get a pat of butter around the table because of said restrictive jackets.

Me

jacket

I don’t mind my jacket so much. I worked hard for my awards.

Ok, I worked for my awards.

Whatever, I was still present and did was required to participate in receiving these awards. They are mine.

Most families were spared and didn’t have to attend this shindig. Mine didn’t get so lucky.

Dinner

All the spouses get recognized when we have this dinner. Being a military spouse is hard. Dealing with the long hours, waiting for us to get home from God knows where, dealing with our smell (there are days where we stink to high heaven). It’s tough. Hell, even finding out that you can’t get time off to attend a family funeral is tough, as we’ve just endured. It’s one of the toughest jobs out there but we’re lucky enough to have spouses that stand behind us and that’s awesome.

So the spouses get called up to be recognized and sure enough, E is the only male spouse. Out of FOUR units and over 100 people, I’m the only girl that is hitched. When people figured out what was going on, E got a standing ovation. He stood up there, proudly, while holding Beanie, as I gave him his rose (manly, isn’t it!).

When all was said and done, speeches were made, dinner was eaten, and drinks were drank.

Although this wouldn’t be complete without some embarassment. As the MC was recognizing the retirees and asked if there were any Navy retirees, Beanie drops her cup and yells “UT OH” to which prompted people to turn and look. Awesome.

But it wasn’t a terrible night.

Well, it wasn’t until someone got pissed that the party was over and bedtime was necessary.

Pissed

There’s always next year to party some more.

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