I just wanted to take time out to thank all of you who read and/or commented yesterday. Like I said before, some days are worse than others. Especially when I drink.

When I talked to dh yesterday, he was utterly forgiving and understanding. Even though it took a lot for me to admit that I haven't been able to stop drinking for more than 3 weeks since the age of 11, he said that I was doing good. That I could start again. And I am. I found that when I wasn't drinking, I enjoyed getting up in the morning. I felt stronger. More Effective. When (and if) I make it to that three weeks, I will look at alternatives of what I want to do with my drinking habit. All I know is that I have to be totally clean right now. I'm a stubborn girl, and I've got something to prove.

dh is finally coming home today, thank Uncle Sam. Even though he hasn't been gone that long, every separation for me is difficult. To go from having your best friend and daily conversation partner by your side and within talking distance to having silence and long days is difficult. I couldn't share with him that when I went to the dentist, I laughed really hard through that awful contraption they put in your mouth that is like a huge dental dam because there the good dr. was (in all his Caucasian flare) drilling on my tooth and rapping away to Snoop Dogg on the radio. I couldn't share that I lost my temper when one of the kids was so rude to me in class that I told him that I hoped Santa brought him a new attitude for Christmas. It's not even the big things, it's the little things, too. When I look over to say "DID YOU HEAR THAT?" because I was watching ABC's "Life as We Know It" and was completely shocked that it 1) was extremely sexually based and 2) uses the slang word "dick." on TV at 9 pm when I KNOW OEO (wait. bowing) and Cub are STILL watching TV and in my step parentness was debating if I want them to hear that kind of language on TV and wanted to know if dh thought they should hear that language on TV, there was noone there. Just couch.

When you live with someone everyday, it's the silly things you miss. Him shaving while I am in the shower, therefore necessitating faucet turning on and scalding me in the process. Folding laundry together while we discuss military life. Rolling our eyes together while we are laying in bed, reading, and hear the couple upstairs allowing their children to do gymnastics (or have spastic fits, we haven't decided which) RIGHT before we go to sleep each night. Eating dinner together. Getting phone calls and e-mails at work just to check on each other. Sounds a little nauseating, probably. I don't care. This is my 2nd marriage, and I remember going days without wanting to see, hear, or catch wind of TSS.

This is something I could discuss at length - but let's move on, shall we? I'm supposed to be nominated for most humorous blog over at the Best Blog Awards , thanks to the efforts of both Rachel and Angela , who are both in the running themselves, I belive! With people like Dooce also nominated, I probably don't have a chance in hell of winning, but it is FUN to be mentioned.

I've got a house to whip into shape, so I'll leave you with what I optimistically hope will be my last "You know You're Hungover When..." If I spend any more time with my face in the toilet, I might as well just build myself a little seat, so I can sit there comfortably instead of having bruises on my solar plexus from where it hits me (I know, I know, nice visual, hunh? You take the good, you take the bad, you take it all, and then you have...) .

You Know You're Hungover When...you're lying on the couch, hanging on for dear life, trying to concentrate on the images flashing across the screen and you see this guy

spelling out words and even though you can hear the letters, and repeat them over and over again in your head, you have NO IDEA what word it is.