I leave in the morning for New York. I'm going for business and will be gone until Sunday. I'm taking 10 pairs of shoes (really) and leaving my husband and my dog home alone, with total control of our TiVo. Something tells me Gilmore Girls will not be waiting for me when I return. I'm pretty excited about this trip, as I'll have good friends, lots of books and a cupcake or two to keep me company. But I won't have Mike, and I'm not exaggerating when I say traveling with Mike is better than traveling with anything/-one else. Even vodka.
I won't be posting much until I return. (It stings a bit, I know.) But until then, tell me it's OK to already miss him, even though I haven't left yet. Even though, for now, he's right here, three feet away, watching MythBusters and eating Taco Bell, all sexy and covered in mild sauce, all sleepy and mine.