My Husband Is Away on a Work Trip for a Few Weeks, And No, I'm Not a Tragic, Miserable Mess Without Him
"Are you sure you're OK? Are you? Are you? ARE YOU???"
I value the days where I sit at home, pluck chin hairs, eat peanut butter from a spoon, and watch an embarrassing amount of HGTV, but the confines of my apartment are not conducive to thinking about anything.