…or forgetful.
(Name that movie…)
Well, I can tell you now that Hubs has been gone all week for business. It was awful.
Ok, it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t fun.
It helped that my mom came up and visited. But still…
I picked him up at the airport and his first request was to take a shower. So we came home and he took a shower while I made meatloaf and macaroni and cheese.
Now we’re hanging out on the couch, all happy.
What do you think? Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Or forgetful?
