My son is home for Christmas. All is right with the world.

I am currently seeking a burial plot for my husband, who has watched me worry and fret for 2 weeks wondering where in the heck our Marine was... he must be killed for lying/deceiving/plotting and keeping secrets from me, the mother of his sons.

It doesn't have to be a big burial plot. There will not be much left of him by the time I get finished.

Merry Christmas!