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So the ice outside made the workplace almost DEAD. It was a lot of standing around with no mess to clean up and no people to help so Rori sent me home an hour early! And!!! I still got my lunch and both breaks. SCORE! So yeah, work was boring as all hell, but who cares, because it's over and it's one day closer to my man coming home. I just hope it doesn't get icy when Noah is supposed to come in because that would piss me off. It can get icy all it wants once he is here, it wouldn't break my heart if he had to stay a few extra days while the weather cleared up. Even though the Navy people would be mad. But hey, we don't make the weather so it's not his fault.
Tanning tomorrow... if the weather permits. Which hopefully it does, because I am not nearly as tan as I should be for going every other day since December 3rd.
I picked up another gift for Noah. I am so bad about that. The rings were supposed to be our gifts for each other but so far I think I've gotten him like 6 other things. But that's okay because the ring he got me was like almost 10 times more expensive than the one I got for him. So it's okay for me to spoil him. I can't help it, that's just what I do.
I really want to break out my paints and my canvases but I have ZERO inspiration. No ideas. Nothing. Whenever I DO get an idea it's something so intricate and complicated that I give up before I even start.
I really need a project to keep me occupied to Noah comes home. In 9 days. Hoorah!
Ah SHIT! I have to put together some kickass CD's for my reception! That shall be my project!
Tanning tomorrow... if the weather permits. Which hopefully it does, because I am not nearly as tan as I should be for going every other day since December 3rd.
I picked up another gift for Noah. I am so bad about that. The rings were supposed to be our gifts for each other but so far I think I've gotten him like 6 other things. But that's okay because the ring he got me was like almost 10 times more expensive than the one I got for him. So it's okay for me to spoil him. I can't help it, that's just what I do.
I really want to break out my paints and my canvases but I have ZERO inspiration. No ideas. Nothing. Whenever I DO get an idea it's something so intricate and complicated that I give up before I even start.
I really need a project to keep me occupied to Noah comes home. In 9 days. Hoorah!
Ah SHIT! I have to put together some kickass CD's for my reception! That shall be my project!