So, yeah….you know the stereotype of the husband who can’t function when his wife is away for a few days?  You’ve seen the scenario played out on numberous sitcoms…when the wife gets back, the husband is in a filthy house, surrounded by pizza boxes and snot-nosed children running amok.  Apparently, for us, the reverse is true (less the aforementioned snot-nosed children).  Joey’s away for his “Bachelor Weekend” with James and Cory.  Friday night, the girls (Shannon, Kris, and I) got together and had a great time with a chick flick (that I survived) and plenty of late-night talking.  I ended up getting home at 4 am.  And woke up at 7.  So, I emailed my folks to let them know that I wouldn’t be coming up to Charlotte to spend the day with them, and I intended to spend the day working on my thesis.  And then there was a marathon of The Golden Girls.  So, I amended my goal and decided just to get my research read.  And then I got lonely and ended up spending the entire day watching The Golden Girls and The Soup reruns and reading articles on Cracked.com. 

Shelli vascillated between napping on my lap and napping on the arm of the recliner.  At 10, I almost decided to just forget about going to bed and passing out on the couch.  But I decided that, since I never get the chance to sprawl out right in the middle of our double bed, I would go.  And I couldn’t get to sleep.  So, I read more Cracked.com articles and checked Facebook every five minutes.  Even though I knew that everyone else was smart enough to go to bed.  I don’t know when I actually got to sleep.  When my alarm went off at 6 to get ready for church, I wasn’t having it.  I decided that I’d reset it for 7 and just go to Life Group and sing in the 9:30 and 11.  And then I got overwhelmed at the thought of battling the parking lot by myself.  And I had a headache.  So, here you find me, skipping church, unbathed, with a kitchen that looks like a trash-bomb went off.  I think I’ll be able to get myself bathed in time to meet Mom and Dad for lunch.  At least I found some leftover Seattle’s Best and our French Press.  So I have coffee.

Incidentally, I found my poetry portfolio from my Creative Writing class I took in Spring of ’02.  I’ll share one with you that ended up getting published in Wingate’s Literary Magazine that year (Counterpoint)