9 days until graduation. He finished his last class on Friday. He's been home studying, working out, and FTO got pushed to tonight! He was going to start last Friday, but his uniform and armor was not here. I watched him get ready tonight. He was nervous. I don't feel nervous. Maybe it's that whole, when one person is freaking out the other person is calm thing, but I don't feel nervous at all. I feel confident and excited. I also feel like FINALLY we are getting somewhere. HF has taken the long route to get here, but it paid off.
He brought home one of his badges today. I had no idea it was some serious bling bling. I was tempted for a second, just for a second, to send it in to that cash for gold place that's on tv late at night. They gave him a leather holder thingie that hooks onto his belt (I don't know my gear, so for now, most things will be called a thingie or a doodad until taught otherwise). Right now his schedule is 10 pm to 6 am. He had his official background investigation interview. He's already had this done since he's worked for the department for several years, but he had a good interview. They want to talk to me too and meet the family. I hope I can make him look good. I threatened him jokingly that this was all in my control now and that I could make him or break him. He didn't seem concerned. I did think it was funny though that for one of his places of employment before we were married, he had to list me as his boss. Oh the good ole days.
I'm not sure how much I'll be around until after the graduation. I am super busy making our place look nice for company, planning out the remainder of the party, and finishing all the little details. Tomorrow I have to see about the food. There's a "famous" hot dog stand here that has the best hot dogs and it's near the police department. The cops go here a lot and this is also HF's favorite place to eat. I think instead of barbequing, I'm going to get these hot dogs catered. HF will die. We might get some party crashers if we do this however. They have a secret sauce that they serve on all their hot dogs and it's to die for. And I'm not a hot dog eater. But these are good!
With all these days off HF has had, I thought we would be playing it up, but he has been crashing. Sleeping, sleeping, and sleeping. When he does get up, he's got so much other stuff he has to work on, then he'll wrestle the kids a bit, practice some arrest control on them for fun, and then study. Once in a while I try to keep him on his toes and surprise him like CATO on The Pink Panther. I even tried to flip him over my back, but without much force or change in face expression, he brought me to my knees with a little twist of my wrist. Can't say I didn't try. He got his haircut today, high and tight, and I think I'll take our little 3 year old in for an identical cut. I'm kind of bummed that they aren't allowing little kids to the ceremony. I think HF feels bad that his parents aren't coming, but that has to do with the major drama I said I would tell you all about. Soon. Soon. I gotta go clean the kitchen now. It's a pig sty. I made these and these. We've been making some seriously tasty fatty stuff lately, so now it's back to the vegetables. Vegetables Shmedgtables.