I tried channeling my inner Macauly Culkin and setting traps for potential home invaders, but then I got bored and ate a bag of Jelly Bellies.
I also had to do some writing for a side project, which meant I spent a good chunk of time farking around on Facebook and playing Draw Something. I also ate P.F. Chang's for dinner. Twice. (To be fair? It was leftovers. But still. Dang you, Chang, and your delicious evilness).
And I got to spend several nights looking into the face of sadness that is a pining doggie.
She would have taken this emo/hipster picture herself, but she doesn't have thumbs. One more thing to cry about.
But all is well, since the hubby is back now, saving both of us from perpetual boredom and the pile of laundry that was threatening to invade. Welcome home. Washing machine's over there.