….someone asks when your husband will be home, you say July or August instead of 5 or 6pm

 
….You live on your own and by yourself more after you’re married than before you were married.

 
…You know all of your husband’s coworkers by their last name, and rarely know their first name.

 

…When you say “I’m going to the commissary” instead of “grocery store”.

 
…When you need I.D to buy groceries

 
…You are called “Ma’am” at the age of 18 by every MP that comes into contact with you.

 
…When you forget you have a driver’s license and take your military ID everywhere with you.

 
…When you hear of another death or injury of a US Military and weep inside for that wife or mother that loved that Marine, Soldier, Airmen, or Seamen.

 
…You really want something but you say ” well I’m going to have to wait for the 1st… or 15th for it “.

 
…You ask someone “what’s your rank?” instead of “what’s your job?!”

 
…When half of your wardrobe has some kind of Military insignia on it and once belonged to your husband.

 
…When the sounds of helicopters, and Jets flying over your house shaking your windows, surprisingly soothes you!

 
…your husband’s work and dress clothes cost more than yours do.

 
…You only write in pencil because EVERYTHING is subject to change.

 
…You know that a 2 month separation IS short, no matter what your civilian friends say.

 
…You know better than to go to the commissary between 11:30 and 1:30 unless it’s a life or death emergency.

 
…You show your military ID to the greeter at Wal-Mart.

 
…You know that any reference to “sand box” describes a deployment to Iraq/Kuwait, not your kid’s backyard toys.

 
…You have enough camouflage in your house to wallpaper the White House.

 
…You don’t have to think about what time 21:30 is.

 
…You can’t remember the last time you saw a doctor who wasn’t wearing BDUs.

 
…You are asked to stop talking in acronyms and translate it all to English

 
…You have multiple copies of P.O.A.’s to throw at the credit card people and the banks…