What do I do while he's gone? I'll tell you. I live like a 15 year old whose parents have gone on vacation. Minus the house full of drunken teenagers, of course. Instead, I cease to do all laundry, I stop doing dishes, and I live on a steady diet of chicken fingers, french fries, and nachos. Sometimes pizza. Last week I ran out of tortilla chips and still wanted nachos, so I made them with french fries. AMAZING. I wish I had taken a picture.
Instead, here is a picture of Fiona not wanting her Dad to leave. I wanted him to stay him too.