old fashion.

So I've heard from my favorite dude like twice in a week and I couldn't be happier.

He comes home in 33 days and I'm very excited.

But I also couldn't be more disappointed.

Not disappointed that he's coming home, but that I most likely will not be able to see fly down to UT to see him like a week after he gets there, as was the plan.

I know that miracles do happen, so hopefully something does.

Maybe a job? A pot o'gold? or something of the like will appear in my life.

Crossing my fingers & hoping against hope.

via Rainier on flickr.