As I mentioned, the hubby is on a silent retreat this weekend. Who would think a silent retreat would be fun?! Sounds like a distant relative of water boarding to me. But off the hubby went, leaving me all alone.
He did leave me flowers, though.
And cute notes all over the house: on the coffee pot, on my coffee cup, on my pillow, in the bathroom, on my mail (the "fashion show" note was stuck to an Ebay package containing long-awaited Banana Republic capris!).
I still miss him but the little notes make it better!