I pride myself on being a tough, independent strong woman. I like to think that while I love living with Jersey, I could totally make it on my own just fine...wouldn't be no big THANG...
I love how my ego is all big britches and muscle.
Jersey had to go back home unexpectedly to be with his family and so what did I do once I dropped him off? I cried the ugly cry.
Yep. Sure did. I pouted all night before he left, too. Yep sure did. I'd like to blame Aunt Flo...point my finger at her and say she's the culprit for my total namby pamby behavior, but I can not tell a lie. I chopped down the cherry tree. I miss that dude so bad when he goes away.
I really miss him when he goes away for a long time and then I cry the ugly cry. When I cry the ugly cry I make an ugly sound and so life in general is just ugly.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing...Is it normal to blubber? I know it doesn't feel too good, but I guess it's a good thing to miss someone even though you clean his man cave's bathroom...and have to cook at 10:30pm because ole boy was too lazy/clever to eat anything other than peanut brittle.
I need my J to get here quick before the crying headache sets in. I told you it was ugly, right?