| less than sixty days until my love comes home.
from war!
handsome as ever.
i cannot wait to see his
face and hands
and wrap around his lovely torso
and never let go again.
i'm so excited and so
anxious.
both at the same time.
i know it will be fine.
and i hope he knows the same.
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| A series of unbeliveably bad decisions last night led me to do a load of laundry that CONTAINED MY CELL PHONE.
Suffice it to say the Perfect Storm decended on me at the Blue Dog: drinks were free and I wasn't the designated driver. I'll be maintaining radio silence until Wednesday when I can get a new phone.
IN THE MEAN TIME, send me your number!
melissa@melissakelly.net
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