I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy and just generally have a lot going on in my life right now. Some of the stuff, I'll tell you about. The rest of it, is just none of your beeswax right now, so just shush up and mind your own. ;)

We had a great anniversary. We went to dinner and saw a movie. That was all I really waned to do and believe me, it was a rare treat. Seldom do we have a babysitter, so a night out with my sweetie is just heaven. We saw Hot Fuzz and I giggled through the whole thing.

We've been looking for houses. It's time to upgrade. We don't have any room to put anything. I have kitchen gadgets, cookie sheets, crock pots... all kinds of crap that doesn't fit in my kitchen. The thing is, I actually use most of this stuff. I'm always fighting with the space we have to fit just one more pan... maybe even the lid... into this tiny cabinet... and to get the door closed before it all falls out!! It drives me crazy. The dogs need a yard and so does Grace. We have our eye on one house in particular. I'm afraid to talk about it too much. Don't want to jinx it.

My adorable husband is out of town for a business conference in Orlando. Grace and I took him to the airport today. I was sad, but apparently not as sad as Grace. She freaked out. When her daddy said good bye and went to check his bags, she started crying hysterically. It was awful. It made me cry too. So I did what any loving mother would do. I stopped at Taco Bueno for lunch on the way home. They have one on Barry Road now, just off of I-29 across from Zona Rosa. That seemed to cheer us both up for few minutes. Later, after we'd both had a siesta, we went shopping for vacuum cleaners. I bought a new little cannister vac for the stairs, hard floors, furniture, etc. The new purchase made me feel better for about half an hour. Then I had to vacuum the kitchen just to make myself feel better. Now... I just feel hollow. -I'm laughing at myself, but seriously... I'm used to that guy being around. It just feels weird with him not being here, like this isn't my home anymore. I feel like a guest. -Like a guest who runs the vacuum.