Boonie hats...did I spell it right?

Ladies and Gents, my apologies, but this will be the last post for a bit, especially sad because it's only the second post.  Reason: going to a base to "rough it" without Wifi and other niceties that I have here in Norfolk.

Somewhat unplanned visits by husbands while in a stressful setting are WONDERFUL.  Like a long car ride, it is incredible how another person there (especially one who particularly loves you) makes the time fly by while stuffing cargo bags (those big, long, green duffles) full of uniforms I just learned how to wear (again, thanks to my husband who spent 1 semester in Army ROTC). 

Pictures here are the Navy uniform for the dessert.  Don't think we're too crazy, but we love our Boonie hats...my Boonie hats.  Jon wanted to take one home, but I figured they gave me two for a reason.  And they don't call those glasses BCG's for nothing...except when you're married!  (If you don't understand the reference, ask your closest military friend.)

Silence on the air for now.