Thursday, July 19, 2007

Party at my house! BYOB and some cow tipping shoes

So, I can't decide whether I'm going to sit at home next week and be morose and lonely, or party like a rock star.

Because you see, Hubby is leaving on a jet plane. Sunday afternoon he'll be flying off to go to some weeklong computer geek-a-zoid class in L.A. Yeah. L.A. I figure if he can party it up in L.A. with his geek-a-zoid buds, then I can party it up in Pocahontas.
Yay me! I think I'll do some cow-tippin'! Or maybe peg some Bud cans off the back fence with the .22. Oh! Oh! Or skip rocks off the pond! And swim naked in the moonlight! Woo hoo! I'm rockin' my socks off next week!

Seriously, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. He keeps the big bad guys away (because we have SO many of them wandering around the Back 40), and he fixes things when they break. Who's going to drive the half an hour into town to buy me chocolate when I'm craving or beer when it's needed? And what if the girls drive me more bananas than usual? Who am I going to pass them off to so I can have a little down time?

It's going to be a long, long week. He'd better bring me back more than some lame "My husband went to L.A. and all I got was this stupid T-shirt" gift or he'll be spending a week on the couch. Or maybe just a night. It had BETTER be a cool gift. I'm just sayin'.


Doctor Rick said...

Whoa! Leaving on a jet plane? I'm back in the 70's and it's happening in real time. John Denver and Peter, Paul and Mary. Thanks for the deja vu.

nell said...

Oh, if we lived closer we could tip cows together all week. My guy's gone to Peru for the rest of the month!

moosh in indy. said...

I am awesome at shooting cans. Can I come over?

Jeff said...

One time I was out of town for work when my wife called me in my hotel room. It just so happened that a few of my co-workers were in my room at the time.

One of them (a female) thought it would be real funny to whisper into the phone, "Jeff....Come back to bed".

Needless to say my wife didn't see the humor.

Nancy @ World Wide Rolves said...

I drove through on 70 last Saturday and thought of you. I hope the week goes as smoothly as possible for you!

Slackermommy said...

Mine is also out of town. Too bad we don't live closer. I haven't gone cow tipping in a long time!

Lisa said...

When my hubby goes someplace, I tell him he needs to bring me back a present. It can be a Snickers for all I care. I just want SOMETHING to let me know he was thinking of me. heehee. (Especially since he "forgets" birthdays, anniversary, Mother's Day....)

I didn't know you lived in Pokey!
(My dad works in that town.)

Jenn said...

Wow! We could have one massive party! Seems everyone's hubby is out of town this week.

Jeff, oooh, too funny! Evil, evil co-workers.

Lisa, we live between Pokey and Greenville, out on that rollercoaster of a road known as Doll's Orchard. Where there are a LOT of cows ripe for the tippin'.