Know your audience

So as we're leaving the book signing JG says.

"He reads our blog." 

And I feel like a jerk because Mr. Moore knows I would have preferred to be packing for the move.

Today is the day before our "final out" at our unit and this weekend we leave for Washington. The biggest angst about the move has been figuring out where we would live. Why? Privatized housing discriminates against most pets that aren't either feline or canine. I find this particularly ironic as our pet snake who pees in a cage (and her pee crystalizes at that) is zero property risk wheras dogs and cats have been known to chew base boards, claw carpeting, tinkle on the carpet or ruin blinds. So after a month of trying to figure out finances of living off base or on base with a mortgage here in Vigrinia and no prospective renters yet, we have friends in Spokane who will take our ball python, Indy, so we can move into base housing.

In other developments this week I am married to the Air Force's Print Journalist of the Year and number one feature writer. Also, he placed second in the photojournalist category. Way to go, JG! Kisses.