Apparently this blogger thinks I’m that girl.
Well, me and many, many others who have a personal blog, that is. I would prefer to actually remember a delicious little loaf of brioche that I shared with my husband on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Ben just left for his new gig (or as I’ve been calling it, The Circus) this past weekend; it’s putting him on the road for the next seven weeks or so. While this is obviously not very good timing (he’s coming back less than a week before the due date), it does mean that I can take up the whole bed, work as late as I need to, and listen to the Phillies game without worrying that I’m bothering him (although I do think he’s learned to enjoy Scott and LA by now). This should be our last time we need to be separated at length while he’s working, so we can certainly deal with this last brief stint.
I have to say though: he’s been gone for less than 24 hours and miss him already.
Who am I kidding? I missed him before he even got in the car.
Safe travels, dearest!