lost at sea... not really...

okay, he's not lost at sea. i can just see everyone going into a tizzy because i implied that my husband is lost somewhere he is not... bad, bad rachel. however, he is lost. lost to me. no cell phone, no email and certainly no face to face. man i miss him badly.

fyi. it is at these moments that i hate those large, aluminum, steel or whatever they're made of, white, long, 378' to be exact, specimens that represent a protection so few are really even aware of. coast guard? what's that? oh! are they really a part of the military? i had no idea... seriously, people, they are and they have taken my husband and ran. well, sailed really, but away for sure. so i hate 'em.

that's it. its official. i'm a hater.
darn boats... hehe. ships. they'd shoot me to hear me call 'em boats. bring it...

*smirk*