Well, the Spoiled Dogs and I survived eight days without the Hubs. This is the longest that Matt and I have been apart in eleven years of marriage.  I have to admit, while I can do it without him, I don’t want to. It’s significantly easier to do the daily things with someone you love.  Plus, I really enjoy his company. He’s my best friend. It’s just not the same if he’s not there to pat me on the butt and say, “Thanks, Babe!” I really did miss that!

Thankfully, no one got hurt or sick while he was gone. There were a few times where the thought of a mental hospital sounded more like a relaxing vacation to me. After all, they prepare you food and bring you good drugs, but I digress. Despite the fact that they tested my patience, it’s hard to stay mad at the pups. Even when they work my last nerve, the love they give more than makes up for it. To be honest, I think they actually kept me sane as I could talk to them when I was lonely. Much better to be found talking to a dog than to yourself!

Matt has some good pictures from the Bloomington Gold car show. He was able to see a lot of neat cars, plus purchase some parts for his ’70 LS5 restoration. I’m especially happy that he was able to go and share this experience with his dad. Life is short; you have to seize the day and take these opportunities when they are available. None of us knows how long God’s plan is for us to be here. I did find the old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder to be true. Our house is back to ‘normal’ for us, which means the Hubs is back to smackin’ my butt.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to doing laundry for the humans in the house.