Mrs. Trouble

The good Lt and his best girl are on a cruise right now. They're sailing through the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, on their way to a caribbean island Key West and the Bahamas.

You can't let a thing like a category 5 hurricane get in the way of a vacation, you know. If it got too close to the boat he would most likely dive bare-chested off the bow of the boat with a knife between his teeth, swim on out to ol' Dean and open up a can o'whup-ass on it.

That's the thing about young men and women: they're just now realizing how reality can get in the way of a good love story.

Starting next month, Trouble will be chief of security at a west Texas Air Force base, a position usually filled by a 3rd-year Captain. It's as much a testament to the depletion of the command staff as it is to his abilities that he's getting this post, but there it is.

There's very little for his girlfriend to do in west Texas. Not yet two years out of school, she's the General Manager of her own rodent-based pizza and games restaurant in Las Vegas. And whenever the higher-ups come to town for trainings, inspections, or what-have-you, they end up at her store.

So here we have two hard-charging kids with dreams and ambitions, whose careers are pulling them apart. So what do you do in a case like this?

Well, at 10:47 am this morning, I got the following text message from my son:

She said YES!

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