Oh, the trials of life. My sister is, without a doubt, the most unlucky person in the world when it comes to relationships. Seriously, this poor woman gets the shittiest luck. In all actuality, she has really only dated one extreme loser, but he was the poster-child for freaks; he covers all the bases and that allows me to count him at least three times. Wherefore, I get to say that she has the shittiest luck in all relationships.
For the past 3 years or so, she has been in a good relationship. Oh, don't get me wrong, they've had their ups and downs--mostly due to the fact that her boyfriend (a)has no control over his spending issues, (b)has no idea how to pay bills, and (c)has a 'non-marriage' issue that no one understands. However, I digress. We all love Johnny, and that love has nothing to do with the fact that he looks like a young George Clooney. Okay, maybe it does, but he's also really nice. And he's cute. Did I say he looks like George Clooney? Because he does.
Anyways, Shannon loves Johnny, and Johnny loves Shannon. They're a good match, and one day, will create the most gorgeous children the world has ever seen. Here comes the bad news: Johnny got a call this morning from his Master Sergeant. Johnny will be leaving on March 6th to report to Camp LeJeune for one year. Oh, Marine Corps people, why can't you just leave Johnny alone? I must say, although it sucks for Shannon, it's good for Johnny. Johnny's NYPD. He has less chance of getting hurt in Camp LeJeune than he does on his regular shift in NY. Unless, of course, you count the time he was attacked by super-killer chickens.
Hope there are no chickens in Camp LeJeune.
WE LOVE YOU, JOHNNY!
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