My dear God of Lightning,
And so you are home, visiting your parents down in Dixieland. Which makes me totally alone in the house until late Saturday night. Well, with Max. And the cats. And a Smith & Wesson. But you get the picture.
So while I’m here — alone — while you’re visting your parents (an idea that I’d like my in-laws to know was actually mine) I have to find ways to occupy myself.
Most normal wives would take this time to…say…clean the house. Or put in extra hours at the office. Or throw wild orgy parties. Or play some World of Warcraft.
But, as you found out 10+ years ago…I’m not normal.
So I’m perusing 43 folders and reading Getting Things Done. I bought an inexpensive labelmaker today so I can get my act together (because the missing link is a labelmaker.) Unfortunately, I forgot to buy the batteries for it. Because my more logical half is in Dixieland.
Oh and I’m wearing my tiara around the house, pretending to be Queen. And I’m eating chocolate cake. In regal style.
I hope you’re having a good time. Miss you!
Love, Hugs, and Cheesesteaks w/fried onions and ketchup,