While the cat is away...

Hub is on a camping/rafting trip on the Green River this week, leaving me alone for the next three days until I join him on Thursday. What. To. Do...

I think I do okay when he's gone, I hate it but I do okay. On the other hand, Hub won't even sleep in our bed when I'm gone. He prefers to sleep on the couch, with Gus (who subsequently thinks it's "okay" to sleep on the couch now. It definitely isn't "okay" with me). The longer he's away from me, the more needy he gets, the more phone calls I receive... and the vicious cycle continues. Though, I have to admit that he's insanely productive when he's left alone. Last time I went away for more than 2 days the whole basement got cleaned and my enture house got scrubbed from top to bottom. I thought about doing the same today, but then I decided it was Sunday and thus a day of rest. Maybe tomorrow...

Today is also Father's Day and I thought I'd take a sec to talk about mine. I am such a Daddy's girl. I always have been. My Dad, to me, is the epitome of everything a father should be. He was always there to rock me to sleep, he never got too mad when I drank all of his coke or snaked the last of his treat stash, he took me on Daddy/Daughter dates, he played countless games of HORSE with me, he took me fishing and camping, on pack trips and 4 wheeler excursions. In high school when I played sports, I waited until I saw him in the stands before I felt I could play well. He never forgot me on Valentine's Day, I always got flowers and chocolate. In college he slipped me $50's to make sure I was surviving, he tuned up my car too many times to count. When I moved to San Diego he called me twice a week and paid for my plane tickets home. On my wedding day, we both sobbed like babies and had a hard time passing that milestone. He's my daddy, and no matter what I'll always be his baby girl.

The tenderness is killing me...

Happy Father's Day Dad!! I love you!!!