So I went to my friend Dave's Air Force retirement on Friday. Wow. That was really cool. I'm a civilian. I don't shop at the commersary or the BX. I don't know the rules of engagement. I drive a POV. I've never been TDY. You get the picture. So this was only one of a very few times I have been on the base. Everything is very official. Dave's former colonel flew in from California to officiate his retirement. HE was very official. I really was moved by the ceremony. I had very strong feelings about the purpose of the military and how the Lord's hand is in it. I almost signed up myself on the way out, but they don't want me - I'm damaged goods - but I digress. They made a big deal about Mami, Dave's wife, and her contributions to the success of the air force because she has been such a support to him. Every company should do that. They gave his kids each a certificate thanking them for supporting him, too. I just can't say enough about how neat I thought the whole thing was. Congrats, David. 25 Years... I was six when you started... USA! USA!
So then there was food and a little linger-longer afterwards. Dave came up holding a plate with some of Mami's award-winning bread and two piles of some sort of spread. The Colonel was standing beside me and asked Dave what the spreads were. He thought one was honey butter and the other was mayo.(This story gets better, I promise) Then Mami says,"No, this one is mayo and that one is honey butter..." This went on for a while. Everyone has an opinion. Finally, I couldn't take it any more so I stuck my finger in one of them and licked it. "It's honey butter", I said. Dave proceeded to hand the plate over to the colonel who then thanked me for solving his dilemma. I thought the food was Dave's. I stuck my finger in the officer's butter. OH BOY.
If you ever need somebody to be really tacky - I'm your gal.