It's not early, and in an hour, it will not be morning.
I love my husband. But time is fluid for him. He's never on time, and refuses to wear a watch. Say's "I'm not bound by man's time."
Ironically, he's at a men's retreat. I hope he comes back all filled up and it spills out onto me. I could use a little, you know?
I'm out of everything. Ibuprofen, tylenol, cough syrup, milk, and swiffer pads. And fabric softener. The purple kind.
Yes, swiffer pads are a necessity. I have a dog, and I'm trying to sell the house.
Okay. Done griping. Have a lovely Sunday, all.
UPDATE: We didn't go. Thank GOD. I feel awful.
