Monday, September 15, 2008

Freaking Awesome Phone Call




I spoke to Rob today for the first time since he left for boot camp nine weeks ago. He sounded good. His advanced training (or specialized... I don't actually remember which it is called) just started and as a result, he has time to do things like buy a cell phone.

He's been made a platoon leader so his voice was kind of shot from yelling at his subordinates. We talked for about an hour. He's developed a bit of a potty mouth (something he actually apologized for) which is really funny. See last winter, we were at his house and for whatever reason (I think I opened the door while he was using the toilet) Steve Pell decided to spray tooth paste all over me. It would have been hilarious if I hadn't had a leather jacket on. Leather and Crest don't mix well. Naturally, I start swearing my brains out and yelling at everyone in sight because I am the least subtle angry person ever. Rob got mad at me about swearing in his house, so I cussed him out too. I cooled off about twenty minutes later and apologized to everyone (minus Steve) but Rob was still a little ticked off about my language.

I counted 19 F bombs in one minute from him, today. Bravo, Robbikins, bravo.

We should probably drop that nick name when he comes back to something a bit more appropriate. Like Godzilla, or Badass McKillguy. Or maybe he'll just forever be Little Robbikins. That nickname was only ever really fitting one time. Steve, Rob and myself decided to go on a little car trip to Rhode Island the day before I returned to school last spring break. We left at around 9 PM. Around midnight, we stopped for gas. Steve noted that Robert was asleep in the back seat. Upon further investigation, we discovered he was using this sailor doll I kept in the back of my car as a pillow and had tucked his arms into his sweatshirt. He looked like he was 5 years old. It was quite the sight. We got out and filled up the car. Then we rocked it a bit, but Rob didn't wake up till we got to Denny's for a late night dinner an hour later.

Anyway, he comes back in 13 weeks. I cannot wait.


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