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FRG Meeting
Tonight was a coffee for the wives in my group. Colonel S is home on leave and decided to come. None of us knew he was planning on coming. I certainly wasn't, anyway. Had I known he was coming, I probably wouldn't have been holding Charlie with my left hand so she could nurse while, at the same time, drinking a glass of chardonnay with my right hand.
Colonel S also decided to show us a presentation he'd put together with pictures from what's going on over in Mosul.
In the middle of the most poignant part of the presentation, Charlie decided she had to go to the bathroom. With some degree of urgency, apparently. Complete with grunting-from-the-effort-of-doing-so noises. As well as the other kind of noises.
*sigh*
I'm fairly certain this was not per-regulation.
Colonel S also decided to show us a presentation he'd put together with pictures from what's going on over in Mosul.
In the middle of the most poignant part of the presentation, Charlie decided she had to go to the bathroom. With some degree of urgency, apparently. Complete with grunting-from-the-effort-of-doing-so noises. As well as the other kind of noises.
*sigh*
I'm fairly certain this was not per-regulation.
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Is that what the military means by "refuelling in flight"?
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charlie sounds like she'll be a real charmer when she grows up ;)
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I like this kid already. Aunty Pygmymetal will teach you all the things mummy and daddy don't really want you to know, flumpie. *smooch*