Don’t worry! It’s a work thing. He’ll be gone for a whole month, though, and I really hate that! You’ll remember from previous posts that as soon as MOH (My Other Half) leaves things go to shit here. Last time it was the dead rat and the broken telecommando. He was only gone for a week that time. I dread the month long absence.
He’ll be back in the states and gets to spend a week with his daughter, which is wonderful!!! She’s almost 15 – really hard to believe. The other three weeks will be spent doing Top Secret Squirrel stuff which I am not allowed to discuss. On the plus side, I will send him back with a shopping list of items that I cannot find here, mostly cosmetics and girly things. He’s a good sport and will find the appropriate make-up counter and hand the list over. He brought me 10 mascaras last time and I’m still working my way through them.
He has another trip scheduled in June for a conference in Paris and I am sooooo tagging along on that one! He spent last weekend there being wined and dined by three hotel/conference centers. His recommendation weighs heavily on where they will hold it and the bonus is that they really set him up while he was there and will give him the same kind of suite and amenities in June. Oh I cannot wait to be pampered in Paris! We travel often here, but our accommodations are the least of what we spend our money on. I have to admit that I am looking forward to spending a week living the good life. I’m afraid I am a little shallow. I want to stay in a gorgeous suite and have a key to the executive lounge. I want to spend my days roaming the streets, shopping, and finding little out-door cafes where I can sip wine and people watch. But I digress.
He leaves in four days and I will miss him like crazy – thank God for Skype! He does a lot around the house so this will force me to get off of my ass and act like an adult when it comes to certain things; he spoils me. He’s also the main cook so I’ve been trying to prep for being responsible for my own meals. I don’t want to become a slave to pizza rolls and microwave meals (which I tend to do), but I hate dirtying so many dishes for one person. The dogs are also a lot of work, but I can handle them. I think if I get up half an hour earlier in the mornings I should be able to do just fine.
It’s all good because it has to be. This should be the last long trip, for which I am very thankful. I’m sure my posts will become more frequent again with his absence. I am asking for no broken down cars or sick animals. MOH, my love, travel safe and come home soon.