Week 46

Today I ripped another week off my little stack of numbered post-its and began the 46th week. The weeks count backwards of course, next week I will only have 45 weeks of the deployment left.

The air conditioner at home is broken. As it turns out I think I fell out of bed the other night from tossing and turning because I was overheated. After calling half-a-dozen AC repair shops I came to the sad conclusion that they all charge you way too much to basically do nothing more than show up at your house. Molestation in its purest form.

Last night I went to a spa party, which my husband was more informed about than I. He explained to me, "they put stuff on you and then you buy it." That's pretty much what happened. I admit that my face does feel like a baby bum, but who is to say which of the 50 zillion products I tried made it feel that way?

As someone who generally washes her face in dish soap, or whatever is sitting on the counter at the moment (yes, even Ajax), I was rather perturbed that facial cleaning products could cost a small fortune. I resigned to accept my fate, by convincing myself that I had at least saved several thousand dollars over the past 26 years of my life by cleansing with dollar-store dish soap and if I was to avoid having my joules jiggle below my lack-luster lips by age 30, I'd better suck it up.