Today is my husband's birthday. If he was here I would look at him just as adoringly as I was on our wedding day. Because he's hot. But he isn't here. He is in Houston on vacation without me. On the vacation I couldn't take because as it turns out, when you get laid off and then start a new job all that vacation time you had? Worthless.
The only bonus to this whole being-in-different-states thing is that I am currently enjoying a lot more covers at night. This is because my husband has some sort of mutant gene that gets triggered by darkness in which he must possess all covers within a 10 foot radius. On one hand, I really miss my husband. On the other hand, I've never been so warm.
I love you, Jeff.
