I found my undies

Hubby was gone for over two weeks.

The house was oddly quiet without him. It felt cold and I felt lonely....so I decided not to be at home at all.

For two weeks.

I would come home at night to sleep in my own bed but would be out of the house at 7:30 and not return until after 9 at night.

Don't get me wrong, I had a great time and reconnected with my inner social animal during my two week-only-to-be-at-home-to-sleep-extravaganza.

My inner social animal is quite busy.

You know you've connected with your beastie when it's 8:30 on a Sunday night, you're sober and singing Copacabana at a local bar in Loveland. To my credit it was karaoke and my friends make fabulous back-up singers....nevertheless....her name was Lola, she was a showgirl

I also noticed my underwear drawer was dwindling, so much so I thought it might be time to hit the jockey store.

But the dwindle was so dramatic, I started to worry....what has happened to my delicates???

Perhaps the dust bunnies high jacked them.

Hubby came home last night so I spent yesterday getting my life back in order; washing the two-week old pasta off a forgotten plate, watering my neglected Lilly, shooing dust bunnies out the door and doing loads, loads and more loads of laundry.

I connected back with my domestic self and find her quite handy. Amazingly, she is the finder of lost undies....they don't just disappear, they just end up at the bottom of the hamper.

Ah yes.... the hamper.

Welcome home Sugarpop....I can't find my underwear without you.