Major Sa'ab didn't know how to cook. On a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of kitchen skills, he was minus 3 when I married him. I didn't know how to drive. On a scale from 1 to 10, I was a 5 if someone would just remind me which one is clutch and… Continue reading When Major Sa’ab gave me driving lessons with a dash of Masterchef!
Unfortunately for Major Sa’ab, I am a very unromantic person. At least as far as roses, teddies, cards and chocolates go. I don’t mind the candles, because you know, you can always use them when the electricity goes off (which is a problem in Army accommodations too). Heck I am the kind of person who… Continue reading Mom, dad, I love him!