The coffeemaker overflowed this morning. I knew it would because I over-ground the
beans. But I put them in the machine anyway. A few minutes later, I had a big mess on
my hands and now every sip is crunchy.
Mmmm.
I don’t do well when Hubby is out of town. He was gone when we all had the stomach flu
party and came home just long enough to add to the fun, get his shirts washed
and ironed, and then head back out into the great wide world of residency
interviews. It’s been eight days now
since we’ve been under the same roof and I’m so glad he gets home tonight.
Not only because we all miss him like crazy, but also
because I kinda fall apart when he’s gone.
It’s true. I’ve worn sweats
around the clock. I haven’t cooked
anything but pancakes and nachos since he left. And on Saturday we had McDonalds. One night last week, I even had S’mores for
dinner. Sunday went a little better
because I bought bagels and made Christmas cookies.
But tonight, he comes home!
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to plan some meals and go grocery
shopping.
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