Bill got home last night from Alaska, and not a day too soon. The very first thing he did this morning was kill a spider in our bathroom - "a big 'un," he said. Eek! I had just been in there, but remained blissful unaware of its lurking presence.
If you're a civilian and you've wondered about the term "Army Brat" and how it came into being, wonder no more. Bill and I figured it out about four years ago when he came home on a 4 day pass. The circus was in town. We took the kids. We bought popcorn. We bought souvenirs. It's hard not to spoil kids when you know that they miss out on so much every other day of the week (or month or year).
Bill picked up a few things for them while he was in Alaska, too: stuffed animals appropriate for the state (a husky, a moose and a puffin), a small carved totem pole, a book on Balto, postcards.
But I won't complain about the frivolity, since I'm the biggest benefactor. "I got you something," he said as he pulled out a plastic bag and moved it under my nose. "I didn't want it to stink up my luggage." And "stink" it did: of spice and orange and cinnamon. He reached inside and pulled out another bag...and then another. It was like a matrioshka doll game as he literally peeled off a dozen wrappings with the smell getting stronger every time finally revealing a loose black tea flavored with cinnamon, clove, lemon and orange. He also bought a tea tin to store it in and a tea cup to drink it out of.
I'd rather he not go away for a week. But since he did, I'll happily accept being spoiled.