The husband is traveling this week. He's probably thrilled to be out of town because my dad had surgery and then I'm having a birthday party for the maniac dog. He's had enough of hospitals and the idea of 8 to 12 dogs in our back yard would make him crazy.
I helped him get organized with his packing -- golf clothes, food, etc. Then I had the baby keep him busy for a few minutes so I could tuck little notes everywhere.
It's fun to go away, especially when it's a friend trip. It's fun to reach into your suitcase or your pocket and know that someone is missing you back home.
When he called today, he said some of the other guys are jealous.
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