So, Hubby has taken off again today.
He has spent nearly three consecutive weeks in our company, so I can see the need, really.
He's off to pamper himself on a luxuriously appointed (in a funky, minimalist kind of way) about-to-become-a mine site in our state's beautiful North. He gets to
Some people get all the luck.
Now that the 'm' word is under my (glamourous hydration) belt, I'm not as phased about what his absence will do to my already light-on training regime.
Now that I have this Toshiba baby to cuddle, caress and chat to I'm not as phased about what his absence will do to my evenings or mental health.
Should I make an online investment or drop some serious $ at an 'adult shop' any time in the near future - he may as well stay away!!
I'm kidding, honey.
This place is not the same (feral pit) without you.
Our days do not feel quite complete without the 'Daddy's home countdown', some Daddy time and lame Dad jokes.
The dog poop does not pick itself up.
The "samily" cuddles miss your extra warmth and Skype just doesn't do you justice.
Hurry home, Hubby!