Brad's on Active Duty

So this last weekend Brad had his guard drill, right? Well, that's cool and all, but what's not cool is the phone call I recieved from him.

"So I have some news." -Brad
"And?" -Me
"I'm going on active duty." -Brad
"What? Where?" -Me
"St. Joe. But I can't leave the area."
"It's only 45 minutes away."
"You'll have to come visit me."
"I don't want to take care of the dog."
"Buy him a dog house and let him chill outside."
"Uh... okay. Could you leave?"
"Yeah, same day."
"Anywhere in particular?"
"Anywhere. If they have a broken plane, I'm there."


Yeah, so there you have it. One day my husband could be in St. Joe, the next he could be in Afghanistan. And it's not helping seeing as this whole active duty thing could go on for a year or more. Then in April (whether or not he's still on Active Duty in St. Joe) he's going to Afghanistan for 2-6 months.

what the fuck?

This is why I didn't want to marry a military guy. This sucks. I miss my baby.