Today, I was Shit Outta Luck on getting anything accomplished.
I had plans, they were good plans, then my soon to be aunt called and had me walk over to my grandparents. When I walked in it looked like a women's department store had blown up. On the left side of the room there were 25 pairs of shoes, to the right there were between 30-40 purses and in the center there was about 15 jackets. Turns out her daughter in law cleaned out her closet. What is listed above is not even half of what she owned. I honestly cannot grasp the fact that this woman has so much stuff.
I was told to go through and take whatever I wanted. There were some shoes master would love, but they were all half a size too small, the jackets were so not even close to anything I would wear, the purses however.. I found a couple. I say a couple because I had four I has having trouble choosing between and got told to take them all. Which is fine by me considering they were probably worth over $150 all together that I didn't have to spend. Prior to this I did not own a purse, not one. I had a band bag I would carry when I needed something but other than that, nodda. However, just because I got four doesn't mean I get to keep them. Master doesn't like clutter and if something hasn't been used or wont be used for a while... it is going to go in the garbage. Thus, I know eventually I will be told to pick one and to get rid of the rest, so this is a test run if you will. Unless master lets me keep them all but it seems unlikely.
Master is still working 24/7. I haven't heard from him at all in two days, which sucks but since we had our conversation and I know what's going on, I am fine. Just like I told him I would be, clearly the man needs to start listening to me. *Nods head* (I am going to be buggered when master starts reading here by the way.) Since he has been working so much and sleeping so little I spent the other day looking for something to make him feel a little better. I finally discovered I can take pictures with my webcam. I've had the computer two and a half months and I'm just now figuring this out, I know. The brains of the operation has been away okay? Sometimes it takes me a bit to catch on to things.
I took a picture for master, he has yet to see it. He hasn't had time to stop long enough to check his email. I seriously am starting to have violent feelings towards his new boss. Seriously, he has been on the go for almost three weeks now, he's going to burn out. I worry about him because he barely sleeps, rarely eats and just doesn't have time to catch his breath.
I hope they send him home soon, he needs to be taken care of after all of this insanity and it kills a piece of me that I'm not there to do it. It's almost like watching a car run a into a pole... you know the crash is coming and you can do nothing to prevent it.
Not to mention that I miss him, a LOT. They say that distance makes the heart go fonder and it certainly has. I flit over on his Facebook occasionally, looking longingly at pictures and it makes my whole body ache and swell for him. I miss the feel of his skin on mine like it was an addiction. The way he looks at me, that dark, possessive,lusty/sex fulled, "MINE" look? Yeah, miss that. At this point, I would even revel in a phone call. I would kill to answer the phone and hear his happy, smiling voice say "Hey baby, how's my girl?" I miss him. I need him home now.
Wow... totally did not mean for this post to take that kind of turn. To end on a happy note, I present to you :
My kitteh! ....and part of me.