The Week Goes On F-O-R-E-V-E-R

My baby's out of town.

Meeting at the most luxurious casino this side of Vegas - Steve Winn's fabulous Beau Rivage.

And I'm here at home waiting.

I know I shouldn't whine, but hell, I'm a man. And everyone knows that nobody can whine like a man...........

And I know that she'll be back on Friday - maybe even Thursday night - but I sure am missing her.

It's never one thing in particular. It's just the fact that she's not here. I simply miss her presence. I miss the way she smells. I miss her smile. I miss her frantic attempts to do homework with the little one. I miss fixing her dinner. I miss all of it.

At another time in my life and in another relationship, I would have relished this week and taken the opportunity to sow many wild oates. But no more - because there is no where I would rather be than with her.

So before anyone accuses me of being whipped - Bite Me! I am whipped and I'm right where I had always hoped I would be.

So pray for me.

Peace.