Missing the DG

DG took a road trip to visit his parents this past week-end, leaving on Friday morning at the crack of ass. For days before hand, I stressed out over what I would do with out him. I was convinced that the separation would cause me to mope endlessly for days, doing nothing but laying on the couch and watching tv. Who is this person I have become I thought to myself? What happened to the independent woman who owned her own house, mowed her own lawn, and came home at 3am, if at all?

Well as it turns out, the old broad still has it in her as I made plans to occupy all of my time. I was so tired out by Sunday afternoon that I had to take a nap. I had such a great time hanging out with friends, having dinner, shopping, writing songs, recording, and just sitting on the front porch shooting the breeze. I didn't get home before 11:30 p.m. each night. Not bad for the pregnant lady that likes to hit the hay at 9:30 p.m.

I barely had time to miss DG, but I'm so glad he's back I can hardly contain myself.