All By Myself...

Don't wanna be...all byyyyyyy myself any...more.
I am four nights in of solo sleeping, only one more to go.

My verdict: It really sucks to sleep alone! Especially when you are used to having the body warmth, faint sounds of breathing (sometimes snoring), and snugly comfort coming from the body laying next to you.

I'm solo because the hubs went on a dove hunting trip. Where do you think he went to shoot dove? Western Kansas? Nope. Oklahoma? No. Maybe Utah? Not there either.

He went to Argentina!! Crazy, I know. He went with his dad and step mom, who happen to do a lot of international hunting, and some other fellow hunters including his brother. Apparently, this trip is complete luxury, not roughing it in a jungle or anything. No tents or critters or wild animals.

Each shooter is provided a "bird boy" who will pass you shells, load your gun, pass you beer, hell probably even wipe the sweat off your forehead if you asked.

Plus, they get to shoot a lot of birds. Like, A LOT of birds. I guess finding flying dove in Argentina is like finding a McDonald's in NYC.

At the half way point through their trip, they had each shot around 1,500 birds. Crazy.

I'm really looking forward to having the hubby back:). Sometimes it's nice to have alone time, but I really miss him! It's too quiet around here.

However, the little sweet notes he left all over the house have really helped get me through it. It brings a smile to my face every time I see one. What a sweet husband!