Dear Partner in Crime:
Please come home from this scout camp already.
I’m tired of making food just for myself and not having anyone else to be impressed with it.
I’m tired of rolling over in the night and not having any covers to steal or any face to (accidentally) smack.
I’m tired of going days without hugs.
I’m tired of not having someone there to tell me that I forgot to rinse my dishes again.
I’m tired of watering the garden by myself, especially because you’re the one that does most of the weeding 🙂
I’m tired of having only the t.v. to talk to, and it doesn’t listen like you do.
I’m tired of an apartment without a handsome hubby in it.
So come home already, k?
Love,
Wifey