Bring Our Boys Home

Hey Tara...Good, how are you? Nothing, just sitting down finally. Great. No, no, really, it's gorgeous. It's huge.
It's a sort of salmon. There's a color code in this subdivision. there's salmon, and a yellowy beige, and adobe, and emerald, but it's more like a pistachio.
Five. We've kind of set it up like a master bedroom, guest room, office, den, and then the other we'll keep open for a kids room and just store stuff in there for now.
Yeah, it's like forty minutes, twice as long at rush hour. Yeah, it kinda sucks. I don't know- I'll try getting a couple clients around here, but it's no big rush...
Well that's it. He's doing great. That's why we could afford it- he's like assistant something, but high up, so he has like a whole team he's responsible for.
Oh, yeah, well you know him, he's so good with people- he's like, a leader, but everyone likes him. Well, yeah, I suppose you can't have people liking you too much.
Actually that's what he says- it's hard to be, like, totally buddy-buddy and then also command respect, so his thing now is to just be totally better than everybody else at their job so they have to respect him.
He got one of those head set phones- Yeah, it's funny, I heard him say 'we better check the KPIs on that one'. Key performance Indicators. He said "There, now you've learned something new."
No, I should cook tonight. We've been eating pizza all week. No, well, he won't eat vegetables and he doesn't like spices, so it's easy. He doesn't even like rice.
He runs every lunch and works out like three or four times every week. Yeah, that's what they say. But he's pretty much done once his head hits the pillow.
Am I gonna get bored? I'm being really positive, but, it's like, the carpets are white, which is totally retarded and it makes you not want to do anything to get them dirty. I don't know anyone.
And the house still smells like building materials. And if I get on his back them I'm a shrew, and sometimes I say I'm just lonely when you're not here but that sound pathetic.
Bring Our Boys Home...


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