It's 10:55pm as I write this on December 23rd. The dishwasher is running, most of the lights are off. YB is fast asleep in preparation for the beginning of our trek north in a few hours. I have finished my marital duty of packing, at least until the last items can be stowed - the ones we'll use in the wee hours of the morning - and I am currently waiting on some CDs to finish burning. Why am I still up doing all this? I had a freelance game tonight and got back around 9:30pm.
And for some reason this post seemed a lot more interesting when it was in my head.
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Hey Hubby,
perhaps you should write about how it feels like to be married to a drama queen ;p
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