Hubcation

This Friday is the beginning of something that doesn’t happen very often, but is greatly anticipated whenever it does.

Hubs is going on vacation!  And I?  Am staying here.  Can I get a wOOt?

Now before you go all “but why are you happy your beloved hunka hunka burning panub is leaving?” back that truck right up.

Let the record show that I love my husband.  I love hanging out with my husband.   We are one of those disgusting couples with pet names and our own language and the whole nine yards.

BUT

Y’all knew there would be a but.

I am a person who needs my alone time.    I love my alone time.  I will beg, borrow, and steal alone time.

And I am getting a whole 10 days of alone time just handed to me on a silver platter.

OH. EMM. GEE.  I may just squee.

Before the foot surgery came up I had all these grandiose plans of taking the same time off work and just plunking around the house, working on little projects,  shopping, and taking day trips up to Lake Tahoe to take pictures.  It was going to be my own vacation time.

Well I can’t go hiking around the mountains right now, and I just took a week off work for recuper-cation, so my plans have to change.   I think I’m still going to take a few days because I have a crapload of vacay days, but it doesn’t make sense  to take the whole shebangarang.  That said, there are still a few things on my list that I can do.

• Eat a butt-ton of sushi.  Hubs can’t eat sushi, we’re not sure why but something in it makes him all barfarama.  He’ll go with me so I can eat it and he’ll order something else, but it I always feel guilty because it makes him sad since he loves it as much as I do.  Hubcation means guilt-free sushi eating.
• Watch girlie movies until I either puke or beg for the Terminator.  Hub doesn’t mind when I watch girlie movies.  Sometimes he watches with me and sometimes he goes out to boyland.
• Take up the entire bed.  I’m not one of those people who doesn’t encroach onto the other side if I’m all alone, like I’m preserving hubs’ space for him even while he’s gone.  I’m more of a finder’s keepers kinda girl.  That bed?  Will be mine, all mine, MINE!  Bwahahahahaha!
• Shopping.  DUH.

I don’t know what else I’m going to do but it will be girly and I will do it for as long as I want with no guilt.

With every good thing there is a little bad.  I have to take care of the feathered and fishy folk, make sure the gardens get watered, and the trash gets to the curb.  All things that I’m not very good at.  Well, taking care of the animals isn’t a problem, I’m just not good at the garden part. We’ll see who survives my reign.

So!  Let the countdown begin!  T-minus 4 days and counting!  (What does T-minus mean, anyway?)