I’m not the mushy kind of girl seriously my public displays of affection
are reserved for shoe sales and girls nights out.
I’m feeling rather mushy today though as I just found out it will be another 8/9 days before I hear the fate of the husband’s career and my future. Allow me to make sense:

The husband, Robin (@Rookiehero for the tweeters) is a trainee detective studying out of town, he used to be a soldier and then an industrial fireman so it’s safe to say he’s got the basic training down, lol.  If I think of Rob as a cop images of those partner cop movies come to mind with him playing the straight laced, by the books, always gets his man, kinda cop who gets annoyed by whoever Chris Tucker or Chris Rock plays.
Luckily, although he can be annoyingly shy (still love you babe) he is pretty laid back when it doesn’t come to work and is super funny, in a Chandler in Friends not a Jack Black kinda way.  Anyway he has been gone for a year now and next month he finally graduates and will be sent to goodness knows where.

When he enrolled he was told he would come back here now we are not too sure.  So chances are he will be sent to some god forsaken small town where my only involvement with the media will be typing up the church’s newsletter and I’ll actually have to be famous before I get to sit front row at any fashion week again.
So now we wait, HOLD thumbs guys, although I do have dreams of living in isolation on a whimsical small holding these dreams are for when I’m older and a world renowned novelist not 25 still trying to make ends meet.

The Husband