So now Eric's earnestly looking for a motorcycle. I asked him to wait until he hit SSGT. So now he's there and all I hear is "Babe, come look at this bike!" "This one's Kawasaki orange." "This one's been stretched 14 inches." "This one has twin somethings. It's got a higher number but it's low-end power so I don't think I'll kill myself trying to learn to ride it!" Honestly I thought we'd have another year or two before I had to deal with it. While Eric was good as a helicopter mechanic, he excels as a DI, which is why he got promoted. He probably would have been promoted next year anyway, but this is special.
So I'm off to clean, hoping that being the wife of a SSGT doesn't mean that the house has to be cleaner or I have to cook any better, but now at least I can hire a maid occasionally or we can go out more if I really want to!