This weekend is going to be one of those weekends.
What I want, what I truly need, won't even be in this state. My lover will be 467.77 miles away.
There will be no strutting around in a gorgeous pair of sleek, knee-high black boots. The kind that have just enough of a heel to make your ass look nothing short of perfect. No parading around in that cute little tee. Music? Movies? Won't need them. Ice cream and hot fudge? I may get them, even if I'm not in the mood for them.
4 days. That's what I have to wait before I can get what I want. I am not a patient person! When I want something, I want it now. I am really not happy that I can't travel 467.77 miles to get what I need. In fact I'm downright pissed off about it!
The husband is in Chicago and won't return until Monday night. This is going to be a long, long weekend!
You do realize I'm talking about shopping, right?