Nate's been gone for almost two weeks now. I'm doing surprisingly well. The only time I've missed him enough to cry was before he actually left, because that's the most normal time to miss someone. I was just dreading him leaving so bad and one night I started crying and accidentally woke him up. (I'm not sure why this blog has just become a record of all the times I've ever cried. I should maybe rename it to, "Diary of the Tears" or something.)Nate: Are you okay?
Are Mcgruff houses still a thing? That was the worst idea ever! Want to kidnap a child? Just put a sticker in your window and vulnerable children will come running into your house. Were you chasing a child and you suddenly lost them? Just look for the house with a sticker of a crime fighting dog in the window-that's where they went!
Well now that I sound like a crazy co-dependent wife, I gotta go, I have a skype date with my only reason for living!