He thinks I tease him on my blog too much for buying bad soap and too many peanuts at Sam’s Club. He’s away on business today. At Mr. Busch’s retreat on Lake of the Ozarks. He travels a lot for work and I knew that before we got married. Because I love him so much it’s hard for me to turn it on and off so sometimes I just revert back to being the completely independent person I was for the fifteen years before I met him. Sort of tune out that background longing. But today I’m missing him so much I don’t know whether to be cranky or sad.
Oh, what the heck? I’ll be cranky. Honey, you can kiss all that Irish Spring and the rest of the 18 pounds of peanuts goodbye.