Waiting on a Military Miracle

I think this is the only time my bra and underwear have matched in.... months. Potentially over 6 months. Maybe not quite that bad but man it's been a while. And it was only for the picture. Then I changed into more comfy clothes. Sorry to ruin that illusion. 

I miss my husband and am super worried about him. He's over there all sickly, dealing with the idiocy that seems to never end. As if just being annoyed wasn't enough... now he's exhausted, sick, and annoyed. Poor Hubbs. I can't wait for him to come home and I can be the one to make sure he's all taken care of. It would make me happy.

So my friendship with said "friend" is completely over and shattered and... how it should be. It sucks that this is how it has to be and that someone has to act like a child... but I'm not going to try to "fix" anything. I think this is how it needs to be. She can go make her own mistakes and repeat the same crap over and over to someone else. (And I feel bad someone else has to go through that.) I just can't have the constant complaints and prying as part of my life. It makes me want to beat my head against a wall. 

Things are getting better than they were a few days ago. Why? Because I have an amazing husband, amazing friends, and amazing family. And I'm obsessive about fixing things. Now I'm not stressed out and just hanging out until time to get something else done. Yay progress.