mix-n-match

Tomorrow is my birthday.  Going to stay with my grandmother and eat some German chocolate cake and see the Bucket.  Good times will be had; however, by now I don’t have to tell you why I’m also sad about my b-day.  He promises something special when he gets back.

I also have to work tomorrow.  The hubby said a long time ago that he would send me flowers to work since he couldn’t be here with me, but I’m not sure that he’ll remember.  It’s not a knock on him; he’s just in Arkansas and training for 12 and 13 hours a day, and it’s easy to forget that kind of stuff when all you want to do is sleep when you’re not working.  I’m fairly certain I’ll get to talk to him, and that’s more than good enough for me.