my boyfriends back and you're gonna be in trouble...

I think he prefers the term husband though. He has been gone aaalllll week and I've missed that guy. I drank my sorrows away with a six pack (of root beer) and two out of four dinners this week were Mac & Cheese because Dan wasn't here to say "How can you eat that stuff?" Yep, Kraft Mac & Cheese. The kind with cartoon noodles (which I still maintain makes them taste better!). 

Anyway, he is coming back tonight! Which is great because neither of us are very good phone talkers. And cuddling just isn't as fun by yourself. I tried cuddling with Houston but he just made some weird noises and wiggled around until I let him go which is actually kind of similar to Dan's reaction when I try to be the big spoon, is it me? 

Baby's in black and I'm feelin blue

Dress: The Gap, Leggings: Target, Sweater: Target, Jacket: Target, Boots: Nordstrom

There is a Beatles song for every occasion. 
Dan is coming home tonight! This is why I thought I would wear a cute skirt or dress today -- unfortunately, there is a 70 percent chance that it is already raining. I made it work though, getting tired of seeing my boots yet? You're not? Good, because I am not tired of wearing them. They are like a cocoon for my feet. I wore all black today and I felt so... mysterious and sexy. Something about black just gives me an extra boost of confidence. Also, I am SO glad that coats do not count in the 30x30. 

V-day is only 10 days away! So, everyday until then I'm gonna give you a reason as to why my man is the best man. #1 

He is a fabulous kisser. Which is good because I think I am not so great a kisser (give me a break I've only been kissing for a year and a half -- I'm working on it). Not that Dan would ever tell me that I was a bad kisser. But I just love his kisses. Each and every smooch. Can you tell I've been missing him?

DOUBLE BLOG!

You should read the header like: "DOUBLE HEAD!" And if you don't understand the reference you need to go here. Okay, I am double blogging because I am alone tonight, BUT it's the LAST night I will be alone! So, we should have a sleepover. I'll make popcorn. You'll braid my hair. And we'll play mash. What time should I expect you? 
Well, I have this bed all to myself this evening and I'm eating AND drinking in it. Don't tell Dan, he hates it when I do that. Something about crumbs or some nonsense.  I am catching up on my assigned readings... I've learned that I need to annotate. Annotating is one of my least favorite things but it sure is helpful for retaining ideas and facts, who knew? My professors, actually. They don't give out PhDs to just anyone. 

Guys, my super cute husband, the one with the amazing arms that fit perfectly around me when we spoon, he is coming home TOMORROW. Oh thank the Lawd, hallelujah. 

get rid of the seaward.

Sweater: Target, Shirt: Target, Jeans: Levi's, Flats: Payless

"I'll leave when I'm good and ready."

I don't know why I thought that particular Arrested Development quote seemed fitting for this entry but there it is. I just put it out there. 

I'm trying to renact my "morning face" for you. You get the picture.

This morning I was all set to get up at six and go for a run. My phone alarm is Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons and every morning when it goes off my cat, Houston, comes in, and nudges my hand to let me know he's hungry. He was doing just that when he got distracted by a basket under my night stand. It has a whole bunch of stuff in it including this small, metal easel that usually serves as a picture stand. His poor paw got caught in the metal chain on the bottom of the easel and he freaked out and dragged it to the other side of the room, shrieking. Oh my goodness. Traumatic. I jumped out of bed and tried to get him to hold still while I figured out what he was attached to. He finally got loose, jumped on me and clawed my arm and leg before he went jetting out of the room. I screamed, I'm probably a wuss but it hurt! So i just washed it up and crawled back into bed because no one should have to go running after such a distressing experience. Houston is fine, just a little shell-shocked. 

So, instead of running I got up and made myself a well-rounded breakfast. I REALLY miss Dan and when we were dating (and in the same town) he came over to my parents house every morning and made me breakfast. I wasn't always a peach (I'm not really a morning person), and he is just so great. But, today I had to make breakfast for myself. Guess what!? I get to kiss him tomorrow! On the lips.