David made it home...it will be two weeks ago Wednesday. I haven't really done a whole lot online since that time. It's been a getting-reacquainted time. Relearning old routines time. And a getting-the-tattoo-covered-up time. He ended up getting a top put on the nude tattoo...not what he wanted to do, but he and the artist worked out something that was satisfactory. As satisfactory as it can be to have a piece of body art defaced, at any rate.

During that time, we found out that his pay had been screwed up (I didn't know...I wasn't sure how much he was supposed to be getting), but he never got the housing allowance because even though he has a lease (at least on paper) with Daniel, because the address is the same as his "landlord", the Army won't pay. I guess they had too many people defrauding them by having their parents write up "leases" showing rent agreements so their kids could get extra money. True, the lease with David is mostly formality, but that's because all of his wages go into the same bank account with everyone else's, and everything is used for bills and household expenses. We don't really differentiate between mine, yours and ours. It simply is.

It's slightly more than $900/month (and he was there two months) that he didn't get. Which is a whole lot of money, and a couple of house payments on its own.

So one more headache to worry about. And no word on when he's to go back and finish the two whole weeks of BCT that's left. Although he'd like to get the money issue cleared up before returning.

*sigh*

If it's not one thing, it's another.