Shift Work

I don't do shift work.  Truly, I don't think I am physically capable of it. { I can't wrap my brain around being up all night.  Nights are for sleeping. }  But my Honey, he's a shift workin' champ.  He gets up at weird times and gets ready for work with one heck of a positive attitude.  Most of the time.  

But every once in a while our schedules conflict in this terrible way where we don't get to see each other for a couple of days.  You'd think it was the end of the world.  That's how much I hate it.  And that's what is about to happen, starting tomorrow.  So for the next two days I'll drag my feet around the office, waiting on Wednesday.

To be honest though, I wouldn't change this feeling for the world.  

I wouldn't change how much I miss him when he's gone.

I appreciate him so much when he's here.

You are the BEST, handsome man.

I Bought Him Slippers

Yup, I bought the man a pair of slippers.  Because he told me he wanted some. The thing about this guy, is that he thinks he wants a lot of things.  Then he gets them, and they rarely see the light of day. {Sort of like the GPS that never quite made it out of the box.  Small-town livin' does not require such technology}.

But, to my astonishment, he hasn't taken these little buggers off since last weekend.  

Proud wife-to-be [check].

This is the beginnings of our weekend.  After two weeks of being on opposite schedules, I finally get this fella all to myself.  We bought a pizza, drank a glass of wine, and now we're bein' all snuggly in our slipps.

This weekend is going to be killer.  

Filled with good food and great friends.

Aahhhh.