Home Alone

My husband went home for a few days. I am home alone...me and Lucky Dog doing some mother/doghter bonding. I, once again, feel bad that I am happy for this time alone. I told Phil, "No offense, but I am enjoying this time." I think he thinks it's a testiment to "us" like I'd rather be on my own. It's not though; it's just a great opportunity for me to do my own thing when I want to do it. This is what I have done:

• Ran errands all day (had the day off from work)
• Went shopping
• Went to garage sales
• Bought a Sara Lee Coconut Cream pie and I'm eating it all! Not in one sitting but it's all mine! I don't even use a plate, just started eating it right from the tin. (I am using a fork though)
• Watched whatever I wanted on three of the TVs in the house (ran from room to room while I was picking up the place)\
• Did laundry
• Picked up the place

You are no doubt thinking I'm out of control. I know it.