I am adding a new word to the language. Also, because I’m that nice, I’m including the definition.

Suckituptitude- ability to deal with all manner of jackassery, tomfoolery, bullshit and hassle without whining to the command that you need your husband home immediately. Can be handled with or without whining, but preferably with wine.

This came about because, as usual…he is gone and something has gone wrong. The dog seems to have some tummy trouble. It is of course FRIDAY. Which means no vets are open until Monday. Except the ones that require payment body parts and a co signer to walk in the door.  All of these vets are…off post. I have never driven out there. Nope, not in four years. Oh wait, once, to get my car home, but I was following him. Anyhow, in the course of telling him he should be able to just come home…it went something like this

Me: Shadow’s sick, the Vets are all closed, I can’t drive off post, you need to come home. This sucks.
Hunny: I know
Me: It’s freaking me out
Hunny: I know
Me: Come homeeeee
Hunny: I caaaan’t
Me: Not even if I whine?
Hunny: Think a doc would sign a red cross message for excessive whining?
Me: Hell I’ve seen it work for spouses that don’t have NEAR my level of suckituptitude.

So there you go. Today’s message brought to you by the letters S.U.C.K.S.

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