Ryan is out of town for a few days (including his birthday, boo.) for some networking, and interviewing opportunities.
This would be the perfect opportunity to go a lil cray-cray, am I right?
When I go out of town, my husband takes that as an invitation to pound a whole pizza by himself, rent a bunch of movies, and to not shave. So that got me thinking, what should I do?!
I thought, oh hey, I could prance around in my unda-getup! So, ya know... the second I got home from dropping him off yesterday, we had a lil bit of this action:
(don't tell my husband that there were suddenly a bunch smoke, lights and jiving guys in our living room...)
And then it was about lunch time so... well...
But that's nothing out of the ordinary.
What next? I know! A bubble bath. Me thinks:
Or, a luxurious shower (because you just can't shower unless your husband is out of town?)
And like the wild stallion I am, I went to church, and repented for having all those hulking black men hip thrusting in my living room on the sabbath :)
Later I had some girl time which lead to pounding a full dish of brownies:
and other than that, I've just been sneaking around the housing and pretending no one is home whenever the doorbell rings,
Eventually I went to bed at the wee hours of the morning. And, no. No, I wasn't just so lonely, and couldn't fall asleep without my spouse which led me to calling him at 3 am to which he did not answer.... Because that would be pathetic. I'm a party animal and was up late doing totally awesome party animal-stuff.
Here's the thing though: I'm really unoriginal, and frankly pretty shameless. I do ALL of these things when he is home anyways, so what am I supposed to do in order to seize this rare occasion?
Yea, I don't know Either.....