Dear Husband,
Hope things are going well in the land of far, far away.
How do I love thee? Lemme count the ways:
The popcorn is all mine. No more fighting and scratching for handfulls of my own while you are super stuffing your mouth with those delicious salty kernels.
No country music in my car.
The drivers seat never has to be moved 
I can make a sock pile by my side of the bed if I want and not bitch about your sock/t-shirt pile on the floor next to the bathroom door.
I can make the bathroom smell as bad as I want to (however that isn’t very fun now that I can’t do it when you are IN the shower)
I’ve got proof that I’m not a blanket-giver as you try to tell me I am. They aren’t hanging off YOUR the side of the bed when I wake up in the morning.
Cereal for dinner and pizza for breakfast…Oh hell, pizza for any meal 7 days a week.
My quiet time starts at 9 pm and goes till whenever I want to end it.
I can have my friends call 100 times in the span of 2 days, and at 10 pm at night if I want to (so there)
Not getting woke up at 2,3 or 4 am by calls from the LE desk on days that end in “y”
Are those new pajamas?
I miss you. I miss how you get mad at me for staying on the computer after I tell you “I’ll only be a few more minutes”, then come to bed 2 hours later.
I miss how I can be fed up with your offspring at 8pm and tell you to put them to bed.
When are you coming home for lunch? I miss your scaring the shit out of me when you come in when I’m drying my hair..at noon.
Why isn’t the coffee pot on when I get up? I miss that, now I have to make my own.
That popcorn really is a lot for one person to eat the whole bag. I miss fighting for my own handfulls.
Just what is that crap they call music on XL93? I miss having to change my radio station after you’ve driven the van to gas it up or something.
I miss you rolling your eyes when the UPS man comes to the door with yet another box of stamps or I appear with a WalMart bag with new jammies.
Schwans man comes next week, please answer the door and tell him we don’t want anything. I miss telling you that I am “off the clock and it’s your time to get the door”
I wonder if my car needs gas, I should check. Since when did they make cars that run on gas anyway…is that new? I miss having that done for me.
Wow, that trash can gets full fast. Must be I don’t have a self bag changing model after all. I miss you complaining when the handle ties break on the cheap ass bags.
I’m always hot when I sleep. I miss you stealing the blankets, and telling me you don’t. I’m so used to sleeping without any.
My quiet time is way too quiet. Wish we could chat after the kids go to bed and watching CSI without you is NO fun.
Damn, some days our phone does ring a ton! I miss it when it’s not you on the other end.
