Yeah, that is right. Märia and I went to a recent bone marrow donation drive to swab our cheeks and be put in the National Bone Marrow Database or whatever. It was at a bowling alley and you couldn’t get in or out of the place because some genius had arranged for the drive to happen right in front of the door in a hallway. Anyway, Märia and I are juggling Seporah and Felicity while filling out our donation paperwork – Seporah is going crazy because there are balloons everywhere and she just loves balloons. When we finished up, we went to give our donation slips to the handlers, and when I showed them my ID, he asked me if I was active duty. I said that I was, and he refused my donation. Seriously. Said I don’t own my DNA and they can’t process active duty, we have to go through Tripler, the local military hospital where Märia works. So yeah, I thought the military couldn’t take anything else from me. =) crazy