My husband left on a jet plane Sunday.
He went to a work conference for the week in Las Vegas. If you would allow me to be sappy for a moment, this will be the longest we have been apart since we have been married. I want him to have a wonderful time, eating at fabulous, new restaurants and seeing shows like Penn & Teller (oh, and, you know, learning), but I can't help being forlorn.
His departure coincides with turmoil in our home life as we move in and move out. I know I'm being vague, but I just want each and every one of you to know that I am working to make my home a comfortable, inviting place. You are welcome in my home at any time. You are welcome to stay in our guest bed for as long as you want and eat our food and enjoy our company. I want people in my life to feel wanted, needed, cherished. It's a terrible thing to feel like an outcast in the only home you have at the moment, one which has never felt like a real home to begin with.
I have noticed one pronounced feature in myself thus far: a frown. I can't seem to help it. Normally, I try to be an optimistic, happy person. I look forward to waking up each day to Husband's face, and his humor is a constant joy all day long. With him around, I just smile involuntarily. But this week won't be one of those weeks, and I can't seem to get myself out of my funk.
If I was a kitten, this is exactly the face I would be making at this very moment.
Oh, and I totally missed posting a Friday Fashion last week. Ya wanna fight about it?
"Great Day to Whoop Somebody's Ass" by Paul Thorn on the Bob and Tom radio show.