Drum roll, please...

At 6:30 this evening I got a call from my friend and fellow cadet wife, Katie, who frantically asked me, "So, where are you guys going?!?" It took me a minute to know what she was talking about. Then it clicked. She wanted to know where we had been assigned. I told her we didn't know yet and she said, "Well, some of the wives are posting their assignments online." (We have a CHP Wives group on MySpace.) I freaked out! How come Jay hadn't called me yet?!?

I spent the next hour ignoring my children as I sat by the phone and continually refreshed my browser to read where my fellow CHP Wives were headed, and still, no phone call. I got the kids in bed. No phone call. The normal appointed call time of 8 o'clock came, and still, no phone call. 8:30. 8:45. 9:00. Finally, at 9:15 or so the phone rang. I answered as quickly as possible and told Jay in no uncertain terms that he was not to mess around with me and to just tell me where we were assigned. He paused, and I just knew he was thinking of a way to mess with me anyway, so I made a few threats and he finally told me. And now, I get to tell you... drum roll, please....

East LA
Kidding! (Sorry, I had to)

Do you know the way to ... SAN JOSE, baby?!?!

That's right! We get to stay put right here. No frantic searching for a place to live. No desperate hunting for a good school district. No packing up my extremely unorganized garage. And no 9th move in 7 years. I am so happy I could just sing!!! Or eat a whole pan of cookie bars! Or both!!