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I'm getting this for Nigel's graduation from boot camp.
I can't wait.
I won't wear it except to try it on and see how it fits until I see him again.
I went running again this morning. And I turned my ankle when I took a shortcut down a water runoff... thing. With big river rocks on it. I stepped on one and it was loose. Yeah. But I still ran a lot of the way home. Probably making it that much worse, but oh well.
Anyway.
I am going to try to lose some weight so I can wear something that tight.
Man I can't WAIT til I get my hands on that man again.
He's gonna be in the best shape of his life. Or at least close to how he was when he was a weight lifter. That body is still under there...
I hope I get in that kind of shape while he's gone. They say it takes 2 weeks to make a habit so if I can keep running that long it will help.
And he'll be in a uniform.
That will be the best.
So anyway, it's day 4. If he hasn't met his DI yet he will tomorrow.
My poor baby probably finally got some sleep tonight, but probably not nearly enough.
He'll adjust. He has to.
Okay, shit I'm tired.
Just closed at work with the boss. I can't believe she's a manager for Starbucks. Such a gossipy skank. And she does this shit like, she sees you do something she doesn't like and she calls everyone out to tell everyone not to do that... rather than just say 'hey, don't.' Ugh. And she does the worst stuff. She adds cold dairy to hot and then resteams it. Ugh. And she steams soy in all kinds of dairy pitchers. She's trying to kill people apparently.
Oh and I was stacking the patio with Kris tonight and I picked up the chain and was untangling it... and there was a roach on it I didn't see. And it got in my HAIR. So she smacked me. Haha. She smacked it off me. And stomped it's nasty ass to death. Ugh. There are 3 food service places in a row where I work so I guess it's not surprising. But eeeeeew. I freaked out. And every little shadow or piece of my hair that touched my face freaked me out. At least she saved me. I would have pissed myself if it touched my neck. And I couldn't crush it. I hate that crunch.