I used to feel sorry for Russ when he had to go TDY. You know how it is... long hours, sparse living conditions, away from the family, loneliness, lots of work, rough. This TDY? Not so much. I know I sound like a mean and heartless wife for not supporting my man in uniform. My response to that is THBTTTTTTTTT! I tell you what, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Me...
Russ...
Me...
Russ...
Me...
Russ...
Me...
Russ...
Did I mention me?
How did I get these pictures of Hawaii? Why from his last TDY there, of course. I'm off to COSTCO. I've already made out the shopping list: beach wall mural, gallon jug of Margarita mix, Beach Boys CD, etc.
Me...
Russ...
Me... Russ...
Me...
Russ...Did I mention me?
How did I get these pictures of Hawaii? Why from his last TDY there, of course. I'm off to COSTCO. I've already made out the shopping list: beach wall mural, gallon jug of Margarita mix, Beach Boys CD, etc. 
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