I bought plane tickets today for Surfer Dude to go to camp. For a month. In another state.
Tomorrow - as soon as I can find a non-stop flight - I'll be buying tickets for Gumby to visit his best friend's family in Texas. For ten days. In another state. Oh, wait. I already said that.
Sasquatch is almost never at home during the summer, dropping by only to empty both the fridge and my wallet.
For a woman who spends most of her non-working hours in the vicinity of her kids, I just found myself with a whole lotta "me time" this summer.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM