Pitiful

I've become one of those pitiful married people. The one that pouts and gets grouchy when her husband has something better to do than hang with his wife all day.

Scott's spending the day replacing the axel on his trailor so we can use it to move. Meanwhile, I'm at home pouting that it's been six hours since I've seen him. I could be productive and pack to help pass the time. Nope. Why be productive? Blogging about missing my husband makes much more sense.

See what I mean. Totally pitiful.

-A