But, instead they've sent them back out to sea again.
God bless the Navy and those head honchos who apparently hate seeing their wives. **insert eye roll here**
You see, the dry dock they are supposed to pull into is currently having problems shoving the boat currently residing there back into the water while still being in proper floating order. So out to sea we go. Apparently it's cheaper if they submerge our boys in a boat broken enough they're going to tear it apart then to just have them sit pier side and watch the waves slap the sides.
It'll be another Easter spent without Jeremy taking part in all the egg-tastic fun. So I'm taking my pity party back to the Sunshine State- and I'm bringing along a friend! Because, honestly, how can you really throw a pity party here?
Hey, don't make fun of our picture, we're a couple of hotties in person.