Eeeek!

MBM is finally home from all his travels. He really went all over this time -- Portugal (I actually asked the question, "What do they speak in Portugal?" Not my smartest moment ever), Spain, England, the Netherlands, Switzerland, and I think there's another country that I'm leaving out.

Of course, while he's gone, I have no choice but to adapt to "single" life or go crazy. So much thanks go to HG, KA, DK, MB, MS and a few others who didn't let me just sit at home in front of the TV and pack on another extra 20 pounds that I don't need.

The problem with that, though, is you get use to being "single". Bed all to yourself, no one using up all the hot water before your shower, and you actually get to control the remote control. I know. Crazy.

But now, two months later, you have to get use to be married again. It's kinda weird at first, to be honest. Stretching out in bed at night, when you hit somebody beside you in the head (who, luckily, is a very sound sleeper and won't even get their butt to the basement when there is a tornado!), scream "Eeeek!" you remember that your husband is actually home.