All right so, we leave the airport quickly. Sure planes are cool and everything..I mean they practically fly themselves (friends with benefits anyone? ;)) But we didn't feel like sticking around. There was 9 months of catching up to be had.
I expected there to be a short period of reacquainting with each other after being apart so long. Some awkward conversations, weird interaction..you know, things that all us military wives are warned about. Well we kicked that rumor aside the minute our car doors closed. My favorite conversation:
MR: You'll be proud of me
MRS: What for?
MR: I brought crafts
MRS: What kind?
MR: You'll just have to wait and see!
Crafts? I mean really! A man after my own heart. I scored, I know. We maid 550 cord bracelets. There was carving with a knife and using a lighter involved. Crafty, yet still manly.
Our first stop was Chipotle, naturally. The man hadn't had it in 9 months, nor had he eaten in a few plus hours so food was crucial. It's important to note that Mr is not bald ;).
So we brought our Chipotle home and yada yada bowchickabowwow (sorry mom and mil). Then Mr slept for about 6 hours. After he woke up there was important business to take care of. His first manly duty after arriving home, besides being sexy of course.
GRODY. Spiders aren't welcome anywhere near my living quarters. Mr's are great for disposing of them.
The next day it was obviously time for a sushi date. What better way to share your love than over raw fish, right? Just kidding..I don't eat anything raw! But here we are for date #1..which was followed by a visit to his friend's work..a cute local coffee shop.
I wont recap every night..that's what journaling is for. But I'll hit on most nights. Night two was full of beer and BJ's..Brewery that is ;)...you had to expect some crude humor after 9 months apart. I'm sexually deprived for your freedom. You're welcome.
Anyway, we had some beer and food with my family then went to a funny movie.
My living room looked like this for a few days.
But I liked it because it meant my lover was home.
Ending with a cliche phrase leaves you with warm fuzzies doesn't it?