Waiting...

This may sound pathetic, cheesy, or downright old fashioned...but here I am painting my toenails waiting for the clock to strike 10:30pm when good old Shane will be walking through the door.  He's been gone since Tuesday morning and I miss him.  As much as I sometimes want to choke the crud out of him (and he to me, I'm sure), I miss him terribly when he is gone.  It's not really the warm (snoring) body in bed next to me.  It's not really the lovey-dovey glances he never gives me.  It's the way he tells me he loves me and still thinks I am cute by smacking the hell out of my rear when he walks by...still makes him (and me) smile.  :)  So here I am, waitin' for my man to be home, getting purdy.  Love you babe!