Day 15/Week 3

I'm going to rant. I'm going to pitch a fit/throw a tantrum/raise cain... Whatever else you'd like to call it. Why, you ask? Because it's going to make me feel better.

First off, work today was zero fun. I'm not sure why everyone and their brother has to come in for exchanges and returns on the day after Christmas, but goodness, it was a mess. I'm also not sure why some associates feel that it's appropriate to just not show up for work on the day after Christmas. If we didn't need you, you wouldn't have been on the schedule. I hate retail. Time to bite the bullet and work on my masters at the next duty station.

My Facebook was hacked today. Received an email this afternoon that I'd logged in on a computer that I'd never used before. I started to freak out. Then it kicked me off Facebook on my phone and I started to panic. What if you were online and couldn't reach me?? When I got home, I tried to log on and it said that someone in California had logged into my account. So it finally let me change my password. Scared me to death. Who has enough time on their hands to sit around and hack my Facebook? Seriously. I'm not even that interesting.

It made me feel much better, as it always does, when you called. Honestly, I haven't had that many awful days since you left, but today I felt like all the ok days ganged up and attacked me at once. I'm fine now, but I think deployment tied it up today. 3-3.

Had a dream last night that we were at an amusement park. We were having a blast. It made it hard to get out of bed... I kept trying to go back to sleep so I could see you, talk and laugh some more. I miss your smile...and hugs. I miss hugs.

Did some yoga, took a bubble bath, ate some cheesecake (which negated the yoga), dropped the cheesecake in my lap, and now I'm cuddling with the puppies. They say hi, Daddy. We all miss you. We love you and are counting down the days until you come home. I'm praying that you're home by my birthday... It at least gives me a target date. 136 days until my Birthday. :)

Goodnight, soldier. Muah.