68

Hmm, there should be a show on TV that is called 68. You know, like the one that is 24. My show would be 68. Why 68? Why am I thinking of this number? Well, that's easy. My husband lands in Moscow airport in 68 hours. I am super excited. He is flying in on Friday night at 5:25pm. I work till 6 pm, but I am going to leave a little bit earlier so I can be there as soon as I can.

I haven't seen Matt in about 6 weeks, the longest we have gone without seeing each other. Sure we talk every day, sometimes we talk in the morning and then chat at night again, but still it's not the same as being close to each other. It's going to be our six months anniversary when he will be here. We get to celebrate. We are going to a restaurant "Lubyanka" that during Soviet Union was open only to members of KGB. Now, it's opened for public, but it kept the same atmosphere as it had back in the Soviet era. It's a bit expensive, but I know that my husband will like it and I am positive it will be the most romantic evening we have had in a while (even though we will be dining in the former KGB restaurant).

Meanwhile, Matt and I are both counting hours :) I have a feeling I won't be writing any blogs this coming weekend. Sorry journal (and its readers) I will be pre-occupied with pinching my hubby, cuddling with him and just being difficult (he likes when I am difficult and high maintenance, even though sometimes he denies it :))

PS: If there was a show 68, have no clue what it would be about, but still think that there ought to be a show 68, it's way more mysterious than 24. After all, what is 68? It's not 12 or 24 or 365 (all know what these numbers represent), but 68? Hmm, might be a good mystery show :)