Home Alone

The Man had a fabulous idea the other day. So fabulous, I don’t think even he knows how much of a winner it was. But long story very short he just drove off with both munchkins for a Harry Potter Grand Opening weekend, leaving me and the 4 legged creatures* waving at their dust.

They were shooting me looks of pity, as if they felt bad there wasn’t room in the car for me to come too. (There really wasn’t – it’s a working weekend, so the car was stuffed full of all the tournament gear, and our son may actually have to hold the laptop on his lap for the 2 something hours it takes to get to Orlando. He said he’s cool with that, as long as he could bring it.)

I was trying not to look as excited at the idea of something like 100 hours of peace and solitude as I was truly feeling.

Hello, alone time. Where have you been? Did you miss me as much as I missed you?

*One of the 4 legged creatures is a beast so fierce that he doesn’t need his 98lbs of muscle and mouth full of sharp, shiny teeth to get his message across. But he’s not afraid to use them. Just sayin’.