We picked up the Captain VERY late Friday night, and I was hoping to get a nice family photo to share, but the fact that Rosemary's Baby didn't burn the place down was as much as I could've hoped for at that hour. Making him smile for the camera was just asking for trouble. I did get a shot of the Captain and Firstborn in the parking lot before we headed home for a reunion with the dogs. Please join me in BEGGING my husband to shave that insane moustache. Ever wonder what it'd look like if Hercule Poirot got sent to Afghanistan? Now you know. The highlight of the evening (other than two busloads of soldiers returning from war) was that I was interviewed by our local CBC Radio guy. I have not searched out that interview, and I'm holding out hope that he got a better sound byte from someone else because I'm pretty sure I came off high-pitched and hysterical. Plus, when he asked me how I felt, instead of giving the correct military spouse answer ("PROUD!"