So my hubby FB-messaged me earlier in the day, asking me to make sure my phone is on and charged (bad me can't find it right at this moment, but fear not, it'll turn up) for next Wednesday. Me, automatically assuming that he'd forgotten our anniversary what with him having been overseas from four days after we got hitched, asked if he was coming home (I'm a wife, and in that sense I learned from my mother. I'm not reminding him of something like that; it's his job to figure it out).
He immediately (and this was late into his night) replied that no, he wanted to be able to talk to me on our anniversary and make the plans to celebrate it once he got home the next day or the day after. So color me surprised, only I shouldn't have been. He made it a point to call me twice on my birthday, close to when it started, at about 3 am my time, and again that night so that he caught me on my birthday where he was and here. Also, I griped about him not remembering Valentine's Day, and he called soon after that. *makes notes to amend that post*
so I'm not sure why I thought he'd forget this. But I have a little bit bigger fish in my pond right now. We have nowhere to live (the paperwork that we needed to have to get a house immediately never got turned in) since my brother refuses to let my husband stay here because of some issues from earlier in his tour, and then there's the no-car situation, and fun thing is that my brother is working, my sister has finals all that week. And we need to go an hour and a half walk away from this house, let alone where we end up in order to turn in the paperwork. And we don't have a lot of money. I'm planning a budget, but that doesn't help much when all we've got to our names is a broken down couch and a nice queen size bed, and enough dishes for two, and silverware for 8 (everyone keeps giving me silverware). I've been promised a set of pots and pans when my 'sister' talks her husband into getting a new set for their house. The pots and pans aren't broken or anything, and they still cook well, my friend just has issues with using 'old' things.
Oh, and my sister's giving me a recliner and possibly a loveseat. Oh, and we have a tv, some bookshelves, and a few plastic dressers. We're just missing the place to live and put all that stuff.
And I'm not even sure what this is about anymore, since I'm going on 22 hours of being awake, so I'm going to go to bed and dream about Cartiere (I can't do the accent thing on the end) tiaras and Roman slave outfits. Before you ask, no, the two are not connected in any way (who am I kidding? the tiara has to do with porn and so does the outfit, so I guess they are connected) and yet will probably both show up in the same dream, most likely on the same person. Ta for a lovely night, and call me if anyone interesting shows up.
- my life sucks,
- too tired to think