Hubby is stuck in Toronto for the weekend. Aparently, it’s snowing.
This sucks on many levels:
Due to the nature of his job, Hubby travels during the week, and we only get to see him on weekends. Now it’ll be two weeks with no Hubby.
We had a romantic getaway to DC planned for this weekend. No romance for me! Or Hubby, for that matter.
So now I have a weekend alone. I think I’ll go to DC anyway, and hang with my BFF.
But I’m sad. And kinda pissed.