No Honey for me :-(

My husband flew to Arkansas yesterday on business.  And from what he said, they don't even have the stuff set up right so he can do anything there.  They were supposed to, but they don't.  So he's there eating up to $75 worth of dinner on the company credit card and I'm here eating San Diego's Tacos.  Well, actually, I like San Diego's Tacos, but that's beside the point.  Point is that I'm here and he's not.

 I'm so bummed.  I didn't realize how big this house was.  I couldn't fall asleep last night.  I've eaten lunch two days in a row with NO Honey.  Hogging the bed is not as much fun.  What's the point of lying across the bed diagonally if there's not legs to put mine on top of? What's the point of wrapping myself up like a burrito if there's no one to try and get the comforter away from me? 

AND I don't even get him back until Thursday night.  As Jessica says, ""super-duper sad face"".   Super sad...