My husband's "wonderful" high school goes on a stinkin' two night camping extravaganza every single year. Bleck. This is the week and he just left and I'm already sad!
(I know, it's only two nights but it's two nights too many!)
I hate being alone--it's my numero uno phobia/annoyance
(right next to chickens of course)
Seriously, can't live without the guy. Especially since this is the week that I have to supervise the idiot repair man AND the fire inspector (who called me sweetie pie last year).
I love you honey, come back soon and save me. And another thing. You owe me!