Besides the horizontal mambo, what do you miss most when your spouse is deployed?

We do not yet have our first full deployment under our belt, but that does not mean we have not had our share of separation for this training or that detachment.  When my husband is away on det, the thing I miss the most is laughing together over random silly things that pop up throughout the day.  My husband’s job is such that even while he is deployed, we are likely to have good, consistent communication peppered with opportunities to Skype, but it’s not the same.  It breaks my heart when we cannot share those “you had to be there” moments.

What do you miss least?

When my husband is away, I do not miss having to plan my life around the flight schedule one bit.  When he’s home and has a 0600 brief, that means I’m dragging my somnolent behind out of bed at an ungodly hour, too.  When he isn’t scheduled to land until 2100, my dinner plans are thrown out the window just as much as his are.  When it’s just me, I don’t have to wait until the late afternoon to find out what time I’m getting up the next day, and it is possible to get into something resembling a regular routine and sleep schedule.

You only get three crayons to finish your picture… which three do you choose and why?

Green, brown, and blue, because I can finish drawing my sweet picture of a dragon launching skyward.

Seriously.

I love dragons.  I have since I was a wee kidlet.  I have a fair few in the house, and I do actually draw them when I get the notion–with crayons, even.  Colored pencils and oil pastels add some variety.  (Hey, you can’t say I didn’t warn you I was a nerd.  It’s right up there in the blog header.)

If you could have your own fragrance, what would it be called?

Cross-Country Planning: The familiar paper scent of shuffled sectionals, a tricky morning breeze, and the slick metallic tang of aviation, grounded by a mug of black tea.

If the shoes make the man (or woman), what do your shoes say about you right now?

“You don’t exist!  Nyah-nyah!”

It’s summer and I’m indoors, so my shoes are not on my feet.  A pair of ratty fake-enstock sandals sandals are hiding out under the coffee table in case I lose my mind and decide to venture out in the heat (or until such time as one of the four-legged members of the household decide they would make excellent cat toys).

Are you a military spouse/fiancée/fiancé/girlfriend/boyfriend? Hie thee to ENS Wifey’s blog, snag the questions, and add yourself to the Mr. Linky for this week’s MilSpouse Friday Fill-In!