My nights w/o the Mister

So I just got home from couples volleyball,

without my husband.

It definitely was not the same without Curt Dawg. 

I need him there.

Actually,

I need him with me right now!

Gosh,

I hate being home alone. 

I get all anxious and suspicious that a creeper is lurking in my shower.
Every noise I hear makes me jump a little.

And when I get over the antsy phase,

I go into a sad, eat-all-the-ice-cream-in-the-house phase. 

I seriously cannot put down the Mint Chip ice cream.

It just tastes so good when your missing Curt so badly.

I need to find something much more healthy to soothe my achy heart,

like raisins or broccoli. 

Anyways,

now I am sitting here,

at his computer,

wearing his Where The Wild Things Are t-shirt that I love,

not knowing what to do with myself.

The only thing I can think of is to go to bed,

the worst part when he's gone.

You sit in your queen size bed,

knowing that he should be right next to you,

cuddling with you,

talking about the day,

maybe even having a pillow fight or tickle fight.

But he's not there. It's just a big empty space.

Instead,

the mister is outside, 

sprawled out on our orange sleeping bag,

listening to the insects buzzing in the night.

So I guess,

if you compare our two situations,

I definitely lucked out.

At least I am comfortable and cool.

But I would trade all of that to be with him now.

I love you Curt.