OK, how many of you put your hands on your cheeks and yelled when you read that?
I know I did.
My husband is gone for three whole days to crop school to renew his credits as a Certified Crop Advisor. (No, none of that was a typo. Just go with it.)
So what, you may ask, am I going to do for 3 days? (I do realize that you probably don't care what I do, but you are reading my blog, so it's a possibility that you do.)
(I also just realized that I use paratheses quite a bit. Does it bother anyone? I feel like I use them when I'm explaining something. It's my cyber-speak for hand gestures.)
Sorry, got off track. (Big surprise, right?)
Oh, did it again. I really can't help myself.
Ahem . . .
So while my husband is learning all about nitrogen and soybean rust, I will be doing pretty much nothing.
I plan to do some scrapbooking, some internet surfing, and some eating of foods I could never get away with cooking if he was home.
Like feta cheese. And artichokes. Together. Or black olives.
Seriously, every time I make some kind of white sauce, he asks before tasting, "You didn't put any of that feta stuff in here, did you?"
He won't eat feta, but he will eat squirrel. Weird.
Or as I frequently tell him, "You're such a dork."
To which he replies, "Well, you're evil."
We love each other so much.