Some women...

...are born for this job. This job being a wife, let alone a military wife. I, on the other hand, have to work for it. I didn't grow up with a mom and my sisters weren't exactly what you'd call model citizens for me when I was a kid. They are great moms now, however, really great moms. So..maybe it is something I have to grow into.

Yesterday while on our way to Auto Zone we saw one of Lieutenant's old squadron mates and his fiancee, so we stopped to say hello. As soon as she gets out of the car, BAM, I could see it..she had the military wife gene already. She introduced herself and was very talkative. I on the other hand - an awkward mess. Not only did I keep touching my face for no reason but I also just started BLABBING. Just flat out freaking blabbing about the time I saw Jesus in Las Vegas (no, seriously, this dude had on full costume and a giant wooden cross just walking along the strip.)

When they left and we got in the car I honestly felt like crying. Why am I such a tool?? I've come to understand that I wasn't born with the natural friendly-girl-who-talks-to-everyone gene. I was born with the you're-completely-awkward-and-you-sound-like-a-dumbass-so-just-keep-quiet gene.

Shit.