OK. It's about bloody time Hubby come home.
Two weeks in Val d'Or. Four days in Amsterdam, one more week in Val d'Or. Might as well be bum fuck Egypt. It's all the same - he isn't home. Being alone with and by myself has never been a problem. My Mom raised me to be a strong, independant, resourceful woman. The kids know who's the boss. So does the dog. I don't need a man to take care of me. But, his plane is late and I broke a nail opening a jar...
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