Not really piecing and trying not to jinx it, but

[Freckle6]

I have the sunday night blues--missing H after spending time with him over the weekend.

The green eyed monster paid a visit this weekend. I am having some minor work done on my house and there were some workers here last week. All week H would jokingly ask me if any of them had hit on me yet. As if.

Friday I guess they cooked themselves some hotdogs for lunch outside (our weather was beautiful last week. We went from waist high snow 2 weeks ago to 65 degrees) and they fixed me a plate. I had already eaten and put it in fridge. My son had the day off school so he was there and he apparently he ratted me out to H that night.

He was teasing me (or I thought he was) about it Friday night. I told him he was being cute. Saturday I was talking to him and he started asking about it again (WTF? it was a hotdog and potato chips!). He admitted it really, really bothered him. I guess this must be some code in man world that means more than, "Hey, we had some leftover lunch. Here's a plate to thank you for not being one of those annoying homeowner's who hover and critique every little thing we do."

I told H he was welcome to pee in a corner or something here if he wanted to mark his territory. Who divorced who here? Hmmm.