Nice way to describe my husband, right?
But he’s gone on a business trip for 16 days, probably the longest time I’ve had the place to myself in a dozen years of co-habitation.
Jose is (God bless him) a Very Tidy Person. I’m…less so. So now I get to revert to my single/slovenly ways. Yay!
While the cat’s away, this mouse gets to:
leave dirty dishes in the sink
fill the bedroom with flowers
blog at 2:00 a.m.
not have to move to the sofa because he’s snoring so loudly
not have to move to the sofa because I’m snoring so loudly
eat out of the pot/frying pan
leave piles everywhere — clean clothes, dirty clothes, shoes, whatever
not even think about what’s for dinner
eat….whatever’s in the fridge
sprawl like a starfish across the bed
not have to change the channel back from The Golf Channel
shop on-line ’til my eyes melt
read in bed without fear of disturbing his sleep
not care if my cellphone is dead, which I generally prefer it to be
start the day with noisy rock radio (he normally meditates)
call in the middle of a meeting (oops! he’s two hours behind) to ask…which channel is HBO2?
email him all sorts of fun stuff I find on-line
do the laundry myself (ugh)
fix the damn toilet
miss him like crazy
When your sweetie/spouse is away and you have the place to yourself, what mayhem ensues?