30 March, 2010

Blonde Moments...

Well, today was an interesting day. I felt bad for poor Jasper because he had his first trip to the vet's since we got him last year. Which means that he was due for all the yearly shots. =( He got 3 shots, including the rabies shot for Hawaii and blood drawn for the heartworm test. My poor baby. He took the first shot like a champ, but totally freaked out for the last 2. I don't blame him though, I don't like shots either. But, that's over with for now...$90 later. Uh, ouch.

Later, Joe and I made a trip to the hospital on base so that I could visit the EFMP doc. Turns out that you have to be on TriCare Prime to even be seen by a military doctor. Seriously? Grrr! So, we had to go to the lovely TriCare office (luckily it was in the hospital) and get that taken care of. Then, we took a trip down to medical records so they could put me in the hospital's system. Tomorrow, I'm going to see the EFMP doctor. *sigh* Something that should have taken an hour and one step, turned into 5. Hooah, Army life.

And now, for the story that brings you the title of this post.

Last week, I renewed our tags online. First of all, this is the best thing ever! Saves time, effort, travel, etc. I *heart* doing things online! Anyway, I didn't expect the little sticker thing and registration to come for a while so when I got something from the DMV today I didn't really think much of it and shoved it in my purse. It was important - that's where important stuff goes, right?

So, while I was waiting for Joe to get out of [the 2 hour long] formation I remembered that I'd put that mail in my purse. I opened it and whaddya know?! It's the sticker and registration! Woohoo! So I slapped that sticker on our tags, glad that I didn't have to worry about being pulled over anymore.

On our way home, I told Joe that we'd gotten it in the mail. Here was the conversation:

Me: Oh, we got our tag sticker and registration in the mail today.

Joe: That was fast.

Me: Yeah, I know. I saw it in the mail this morning and shoved it in my purse. I opened it during formation and put the sticker on.

Joe: That's good.

Me: Yeah, when I saw it this morning I shoved it in my purse 'cause it looked important.

Joe: What do you mean it looked important?

Me: I don't know, it just did. Here, I think I have it....look.

Joe: So, maybe you thought it was important because of the HUGE letters that say "IMPORTANT"?!  Gee, I wonder where you got the idea that it was important?!

Me: *laughing hysterically* I never even saw that it said "important"!!

Joe: How on earth could you miss that?!

Me: *still laughing hysterically*

Joe: That'd be like missing the "Caution: Radioactive Material" sign or something!

Me: I seriously never saw it!

Joe: *continues to make fun of me til we get home*

I seriously don't know where my brain has been lately! Lol!



The Undomestic Army Wife said...

Your brain is in Hawaii :) I know mine isn't in Georgia either!

jessica.decker said...

Hello, I just sat here and read your entire post history. :) I swear I am not a stalker. You have a great -cadence- :) when it comes to writing. I really enjoyed reading your blog.
I am also an Army wife and my husband is currently deployed to Iraq. This is his second deployment. My husband also lost his job right after are marriage and found a calling to join up. We have been living this crazy life for 8 years now and have brought 3 kids into our Army adventure.
I look forward to reading more from you and can only say good luck and welcome to the most, rewarding, crazy, red-tape filled, irritating, wonderful, empowered, loneliness inflicating, joyful, life you could dream of :)


JG said...

That's hilarious! :) I do that, too. I look at the return address, not all the extra junk printed on it.

Sorry about the doctor visit drama. So did they make you switch Tricare plans or just allow you to see the post doctor?

Charity said...

I would never have noticed it either! KS is so used to me pulling stuff like that. I have a bad habit of not being the most observant person in the world.

Mrs. C said...

I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who does stuff like that!