So it got me to thinking. If I assigned a (+1) for every blog post I wrote that had positive vibes about the cool, hip FS and (-1) for every blog post about the life-stopping, time-stealing, eternity-of-waiting FS, what would the grand total be? Would I be above water or sinking like I'm wearing concrete boots?
I'm thinking the concrete boots on the floor of the lake would win.
Maybe I do always say negative things about the FS. But it's my blog and I can vent worries and concerns here. Anxieties. Angst...that German word again. People can relate.
But I can be positive. I would be happy if we got "the call." Really. I can say things that are nice about the FS.
Look. I'll show you. I'll prove my husband wrong.
Dear Foreign Service,
I'd like to join you. You sound very interesting. There's the travel. The challenging work for my husband. For me, the packing, unpacking, the to-do lists, the veterinary lists, school transfer papers, dealing with a car, total bureaucracy, giving up a yard and house, family, friends, lake, paths.
Ok, ok, ok, wait. You have nice eyes. You are tall and handsome.
You have a strong grip. Like how you squeeze. And squeeze. And never call. Ever. No call. And then there was the pole dancing... and still, no call. Bitch. I hate you.
Ok, yeah, maybe he's right.