The Moosetracks of My Tears
It seems relatively easy to wish you could have 5 minuets of quiet time, or wish you could sprawl out in bed alone... when your husband was there, however, mine is a zillion miles away in Georgia! Oh sure, he came home this weekend, got in about 8:14 Friday night, fell asleep at about 8:18, hung out on Saturday, then had to get up at 6:15 on Sunday am to head back out. Friday went like this.. I sprinted out of the shop at about 12, went to the bank, came home started the dough for my french... Sign in to see full entry.