Saturday, June 28, 2008

This Is Why

Michael is in Boston right now for somebody else's wedding and yet somebody else's bachelor party. I'm here getting the house and yard ready for a July 4 cookout, and enjoying some one-on-one puppy time.

Earlier in our relationship, I used to relish Michael's periodic trips. I'd chow down on junk food and watch hour after hour of home improvement shows.

No longer. What I've discovered this weekend in particular is that I very much need the structure and support of married life. On my own this weekend, I don't feel so much "free" as disoriented. I never know when, where or what to eat. I stood in the beer aisle of the grocery store for about half an hour, dumbfounded. And, in the past 18 hours, I have broken, um, a few things. I'm even wearing Crocs . . . outside the house!

Get your party on and come home quick, monkey of love! I am a useless schmuck without you! Come home soon, and we'll get married, okay?

4 comments:

N said...

Aww, I know what you mean. I don't enjoy eating out at restaurants nearly as much alone as when I am with my wife-to-be. I like having someone to discuss the options with and to coordinate what we should order. It's nice to be able to eat off of two plates :p Ahh, partnership.

Meredith said...

I really only started to get worried when I read the part about the Crocs!! You two are so wonderful. Love, Meredith

Tom said...

:) You guys are the best.

Jen said...

I warned you it was a slippery slope between buying Crocs and wearing them outside the house....