When Dave Is Not Home...

Shhhh!!!!  Don't tell.  

I cook.  (sometimes)  I NEVER let him know that I can cook even a smidge.  But, since he is not here to cook me MY dinner, I guess I will just have to fend for myself.  Scallops and asparagus- yum yum! 

(disclaimer to gourmet chefs- don't judge.  It is a BIG deal for me to cook anything that doesn't require a microwave or come in a package!)

Then I give the dogs toys that Dave will never give them because they are too messy.  I let them tear the toys up and I don't clean it up for hours.  We walk around the house singing- "if you don't want to party then you should go homeeee..."  and "Roonylicious".    

And then we start to get a little bored with ourselves...  We play on the computer, read up on Kickette (of course) and wait for Dave to get home.