Put me back in my shell!

I've become a hermit. I mean I'm a serious full blown loner. It's very strange. I'm ok as long as there is an episode of House on, but if there's not it gets a little scary. I used to hate television, but now I'm becoming a little bit of a junkie. I've also gotten hooked on sweets. I've almost gone through the entire bad of Reese's mini easter PB cups. That's outrageous! It used to be that I couldn't stand sweets! If I experience any more changes, I'm going to ask about some hormone therapy because I just don't think this is normal. I laid out some frozen shrimp to marinate and sautee, but instead of taking the 3 minutes to pour some cajun key lime glaze on it, I broke into the Reeses.

My husband left me for Afghanistan. I guess it's better that he left me for a country as opposed to leaving me for another woman, which was the case about a year ago. I should probably let that one go if I want to survive this deployment and stay a married woman.

I've had either my mother-in-law or my mother's company up until this past Sunday, and now I'm all alone. Not only am I all alone, I just moved here. Not only did I just move here, but now my husband's truck is in the shop and I am literally a prisoner of my own home. I tend to keep to myself more often than most people think, so it's not like I wish I had a bunch of friends who could just come get me at a moment's notice. I wish I could leave by myself and do things by myself like shopping and walking and picking up mice for my husband's snake from the pet store. It makes me feel peaceful knowing that I can go out alone and do those things, so I'm obviously suffering from a state of unrest (I guess) ever since I turned the big yellow truck into Midas. It's not as bad as I'm making it out to be, it just feels that bad.

I'm going to quit this thing for now and watch an episode of House or something. P.S. Chelsea Gwynne Baxter Bailey Pesnell made me do this. I've been pressured.

Until next time...

Que Sera, Sera