Found a wooden puzzle in the shape of a lobster and started tearing up. Lobsters are kinda mine and hubby's private joke. He's my lobster...from Friends...anyway... So I got annoyed with myself for tearing up...cuz that's not really my thing. I mean, yes, it sucks big time that he is gone for months at a time...oh the joys of being a military wife. But I am the oddity it seems, well generally, in that I don't fall apart as soon as he deploys.
I hate every shrieking second that he's gone, would rather have him home, etc, etc, etc...but I knew what I was getting into when we got married. And I am used to living alone. It just catches me off guard lately at odd moments.
It's not too much longer...a few more months. That I will jam pack with every project I can: painting walls, re-arranging furniture, organizing and purging, doing shows, even got a part-time job...along with my vintage hunting and fuzzdom tales...
So after all that...I bought the lobster - first item for the next care package. I'm averaging about 1 care package to him a month.
So here is Mr. Lobster. Hopefully he will make hubby smile when he lands in the sandbox.
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