The excitement never stops!

Karma owes me. I gave some of my change to one of the ever present meth addicts in the 7-11 parking lot on Friday. Of course, this exchange took place in broad daylight, and the 25 cents I gave her were for the payphone she was en route to when she asked me for change. I gave her the benefit of the doubt for once, and besides, it was only 25 cents in nickels and dimes. I need laundry quarters. Hopefully karma will still count small change as a good deed.

Yesterday Ryan and I headed to Yucca Valley for a day at the movies and an ever exciting Wal-Mart trip during which we spent more time making fun of romance novels titled along the lines of The Blackmailed Greek Viking Billionaire with a Love Child than shopping. We actually ended up not buying anything. Amazing for us, I know. In case you're wondering, we saw Bride Wars and Mall Cop at the theater. Both were entertaining. And if you haven't watched the latter you should do so now. I admit unashamedly that the former is only funny if you enjoy chick flicks. Which I do on certain days when the mood strikes me. And Ryan is an awesome enough husband to let me drag him along without a single complaint. That's love.

Love is also not getting you kicked off the bus home for decking a drunk Marine for trying to hit on your wife. We both showed great restraint when the completely trashed group of Marines on the bus tried to offer us some of their alcohol and made not so nice comments to another girl that didn't seem to understand that sitting with them and flirting with them was a bad idea. (The alcohol was offered before we boarded as they weren't allowed to bring it onto the bus.) Apparently these guys are in the class behind Ryan so he knows some of them vaguely. One of them is apparently going to be stationed in Lejeune with Ryan's unit. Unfortunately this had to be the one who deserved a kick in the teeth when he said to me upon learning we'd be at the same station, "We're going to be good friends." And the emphasis on the word friends that made it obvious he meant a lot more than that made me want to deck him, nevermind Ryan. And then he started chanting 'divorce, divorce' which made Ryan have to turn back around in our seat and take a few deep breaths to avoid stooping to their level of stupidity by kicking his arse. We got off the bus at the earliest opportunity. A longer walk home was better than turning this guy into a pretzel.

It's not like we even sat anywhere near them. They were shouting conversation at us from the back of the bus. Ugh. Marines are hilarious when they're sober, but being female around them when they are drunk is a recipe for instant arsehole. Even when your husband is sitting right beside you. Apparently alcohol makes husbands invisible to other Marines. Let that be advice for any and all females who find themselves anywhere near Marines who aren't your significant others when they're anywhere near alcohol. Run away!