This weekend I was thinking about how strange life is. I spend most of my time trying to get work done and waiting for the next distraction. I sit at home, working on crafts, writing or hitting the Stumble button. I haven't done anything meaningful or real in almost a year except the wedding.
I'm a little home sick. I don't miss the place, but the people. Most of my friends are there. My husband has noticed how bored and lonely I've been lately. I've never really missed anyone like this before. I'm not miserable by a long shot, but there are things I really miss about home.
Husband got guitar hero 3 this weekend. I don't like it. It hurts to watch and I don't like all the half -naked women.