Hubby is leaving tomorrow A.M to go to a fishing tournament. Four nights with no one pulling the cover over to his side, no one to cook for, fix lunches, watching any kind of sports, no ones dirty socks to pick up, next to the laundry hamper. No shoes left next by his chair, no hugs or bye kisses every morning. No snuggling at night, no back rubs, no one to watch the new shows with. I will miss you sweetie, good luck and be safe.