Hey there, Idaho mil-spouses! .this itty bitty article–written by some chick you don't know from Eve–is about acknowledging Idaho's mil-spouse kind. I suppose some context is due if I expect you to take me seriously. I'm Ryan, friend. And I'm a mil-spouse, too. At 36, I've lived and traveled around the world and from coast-to-coast over the last 14 years.
Dear Miss Betty, Several times I’ve hoped to find you at work in your garden or sharing a kind conversation with the crabby lady no one likes in your senior living community. 11 months have passed since that day at the dealership. The chance that we’ll meet again seems less likely by the day, but I’m not giving up. I harbor the hope that someone you know will read this letter and bring us together for that lunch date we talked about.
Dear Miss Betty, Several times I’ve hoped to find you at work in your garden or sharing a kind conversation with the crabby lady no one likes in your senior living community. 11 months have passed since that day at the dealership. The chance that we’ll meet again seems less likely by the day, but I’m not giving up. I harbor the hope that someone you know will read this letter and bring us together for that lunch date we talked about.
Spring Cleaning in Boise, or anywhere for the matter, is hardly our idea of a good time. To illustrate our disdain for the perennial household task, we'd rather do these 10 terrible things.
Is it a tragedy that our burgeoning town of 9,000 people has four grocery stores? Certainly not. I just wonder why. Why not bring in other amenities or forms of commerce? Who thought it was a good idea to undermine a decades-old family business?