Oh, the lengths that I will go to for some alone time...
I've figured out that when I get home and the canines hear me they go bonkers in the room they're in but when Sweety comes home they don't make a peep. So, I've started stomping my feet really loud and slamming cabinet doors when I get in to fool them.
How ridiculous is that? And I was so proud of myself when I hatched my plan. It is working though.
I came home early today. The crappy feeling just wouldn't go away. If I'm going to feel rotten I'd rather do it in the privacy of my own home.
Sweety should be home soon so I can wad up with him on the couch.
Have I mentioned how much I love our couch? It kicks ass. It's made out of the same leather that is used to make footballs (so basset hound toenails can't tear it. gee, now that i think about it, how effed up is it to let your dog help you decide what your couch is made out of? i digress.) and it has a smush factor that is just right. I bought a little pillow for it yesterday. I'm gonna go lay my melonhead down on it right now.