Found this and thought it was cute...



You know you're a Marines wife when....



You think about what you are going to wear the next time you see him. (And that's only 3 more months away!)




You trip over/run over/and knock over everything and everyone to get to the phone in hopes that it's him. Damn telemarketers...



You leave his empty soda bottle on the floor of the car right where you found it 6 months ago.




You avoid washing his clothes for as long as you can to preserve the smell of him.




You play his graduation video and cry every time.




You cry when you see recruiters in Walmart.




You obsess over the sex you haven't had since he left, and know beyond a doubt when he arrives home that he's done the same.




Your kids know how to salute and grunt and wear their cami's at age 2.




You wake up from a dead sleep 2 seconds before the phone rings at 3:23am knowing that it's him.




You know more about your husbands friends spouses/girlfriends than he does.




You paint the kids faces for Halloween with the old tubes of cami paint he's left around the house.




You wonder if the flat rate box will hold all the cookies you've baked....




You carry around the very first picture you ever got of your Marine, even though it was taken from a still shot from the recruit video at Boot Camp and so blurry you barely recognized him, it's torn and wrinkled and faded from the wear it's seen. (It's lamenated now, no worries.)




You pay your cell phone bill obsessivly and check your minutes after every phone call to ensure he'll be able to get through to you.




Your email box is full of every email he's sent you since he left. And you have them all memorized and printed in case the computer crashes.




Your non-military friends accuse you of obsessive-compulsive disorder because your car is covered in patriotic stickers, your phone is permanantly attached to your hip, you know the weather and time where your Marine is at all times...




You haven't shaved your legs in three months so that when you do for your Marines homecoming they are the smoothest they've ever been. (Or will ever be.)



You've named the new dog Chesty.



You and the kids pray for daddy every night...that he'll do good at PT and rifle qual. And won't come home with too much sand in his pockets. (The washer is getting old.)




You ask around to find out where the best place in town is to get a high and tight.




You use his desert cami backpack as a diaper bag.




You've seen every war movie that's been made...and debate ferociously with friends about them between episodes of Desperate Housewives.




You check your military spouse forum before you get your morning coffee.




You check your military spouse forum before you go to bed.




You wear his dog tags everywhere. Even in the shower.




You know you can sleep soundly because your Marine is home. And he's a better weapon than the plastic baseball bat you keep next to the bed.




And finally...you know you're a Marines wife when you can swear worse than a sailor, change your own oil, speak whole conversations in abrreviated words, travel cross country by car and never have to stay in a hotel, be accepting and excited even when a plane is 5 hours late, know how to pack a sea bag...and look and feel beautiful when he finds you in the bedroom with his dress blues blouse and nothing else on.