This morning the soldier and I were headed for the gym, stopping on the way for an early morning blindness check at his eye doctor.  I came in the bedroom with his breakfast the way I do. The Rhino comes to the edge of mud hole (bed) to eat each day. I joke with Vidroid, never seen another person in my life who rolls over from a dead sleep, grabs a fork and starts eating. Food first, coffee second, it’s incredible.

“Doctor today,” I said reminding him as I set his plate on the bed. “Food.”

He rolled over slowly because he is  simply stunned when he wakes up and realizes he is supposed to move. Not that you should think he’s lazy, he’s not. Once he gets moving everything in sight gets mowed down with consideration. You just can’t get the man off a task once he’s on it.

“You’re wearing your gym clothes the doctor?” he asked, looking me over.

“Well yeah. We’re going there aren’t we?  To the gym.?”

“Yeah we’re going but I’m not wearing my gym clothes. Regular clothes and I’ll change when I get there.”

“Oh.  Well I am wearing this.  “My uniform,” I added. “If it was okay then it should be okay now.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

But I know why he was remarking really.  It’s because my gym clothes hug my body and he can barely stand me in public like that.  ::snickers::

The jealousy is nothing new either you know. Yeah, he doesn’t care if I dress inappropriately. This is a man who wants me to go out with snot on my face. The bigger the fool I am, the happier he is and since I am a pretty big fool…