Three Weeks

My boyfriend has been laid off for the last three weeks–it’s the most time we’ve spent together since we’ve been together. It’s been a year in October now. Even with all that time together we didn’t get everything done that I wanted to do around the house. It seemed like we didn’t do anything at all but were out almost every day either grocery shopping or something. We got a new stove, the one that came with his house didn’t have a working oven, we got some new dressers–the bedroom is still littered with clothes though. Originally, it seemed like he was going to be much closer to home, like forty minutes, (which is way closer than three hours) but then he got put on storm so now he’s two hours away. Sadly. I didn’t get tired of having him home, but I didn’t realize I’d miss him so much it would make me want to cry if I think about him too much. I’m really hoping he’s only on storm for a week or two or gets the weekend off.

At least I’ll have the distraction of my dog, Raven, having puppies. Last week she turned into an adorable roly-poly so any day this week the puppies should arrive. I can’t wait to see them! The dad is black with some white and Raven is an English Sheperd with black, brown, and a white on her belly and paws. She’s got two little brown eyebrows and those’ll be super adorable on hand-size puppies.

I love that whenever my boyfriend and I go to Wegmans he asks me if I want a plant:

These are a few of them. I’m running out of windows to place them by.