She's been in France for the past two-and-a-half weeks and flies back this evening. I wish I could say the time has flown by and I barely noticed she was gone, but such is the point and the responsibility of being hitched: you miss 'em when they're not around. A bit like crazy.
I also wish I could squeeze out a few tears in fond remembrance of my bachelor days, but really... they weren't that great.
Not a hater, but never a Player. At least not the kind with a capital "P" that rhymes with "C" which stands for "commitment-phobic".
In other news, Bandor smash!
Diversions are helpers.