Sweater: Target // Shirt/pants: JCPenney // Boots: Steve Madden
The sun is doing weird things in this picture, but it was a good hair day so here we are.
The title of this post is based off of V for Vendetta. However, I've never made it through that movie. I always fall asleep.
November and I have a tricky relationship. For the last 6 years, Novembers have been big months. Not every November. Just most. Especially that first week of November. Not sure how I feel about it.
The following is color-coded as good, bad, and absolutely indifferent.
November 1, 2008 Scott buys my engagement ring two months after we meet. I'm patiently standing beside him at Kay Jeweler's as he drops the down payment on the counter. (I didn't actually see it until mooonths later. He just wanted me to pick it out to make things easier on all involved.)
November 2, 2009 Scott deploys to Afghanistan. He returns in February 2010.
November 2010 I was blogging at this point, but I don't remember anything particularly significant. It was always cold, dark, and I was getting ready to take a trip to Boston.
November 4, 2011 We return to Alaska after a 2 week block leave vacation to the east coast. Deployment is upon us again.
November 1, 2012 Scott comes home from Afghanistan deployment #2. It was about 11 months.
November 2013 Living in Missouri. Indifference to the umpteenth degree.
November 1, 2014 Scott comes home from 30 days of temporary duty in Texas.
I told you.
I don't know what it is about the first week of November. Kinda makes me terrified for next year.