I Miss You
Dinner wasn't the same last night either. I like watching PTI when I'm having a bite; but not nearly as much as I love having her to talk to about her day at work, or what the kids are (and aren't) doing. Kornheiser and Wilbon just aren't the same as her for dinner company.
Watching the news is even more fun with her around, seeing and hearing her laugh as they talk about the deadly cold when the temperatures are in the teens; or how she is amazed at the list of closings when there is a predicition of an inch of snow.
Hopefully I'll have this two household thing rectified soon, though, and I'll be around as a nightly dinner companion, friend, and bedwarmer again.
I love you babe, and miss you, and thanks again for visiting this weekend.