My beloved is leaving me. Today. He is packing his bag and heading to the east.No,he's not off to fight for freedom. No, he's not trading me in for a newer, kinder model. This
fatty handsome is chasing the ka-ching ka-ching $$$. And I'm not thrilled about it. Oh, sure, it's not like he won't be back..In six weeks he'll arrive on my door step, eager to please, with his fists full of cash. Well, not really...Much more likely, he will slink back in the middle of the night, drop his luggage (in the middle of the the living room), and sneak into bed. Six weeks is along time for me to not have 'me time'. Six weeks of parenting my lil munchkin. Six weeks of not having anyone farting in bed, hehe!
You're gone again, take care my dearie..see you in next six weeks!
p/s: please don't eat Maggi, get Jason Blair to cook whatever healthy food for you..