The practical reason I'm married

The husband was gone last night and today on a fishing trip. It was awesome to have the house to myself, but I sadly ate Ritz crackers and Ben and Jerry's Fossil Fuel for dinner after studying too long. Then I drank too much wine while watching Alfie (not the greatest movie, but Jude law could read the constitution out loud and I'd be glued to the screen).

He's home now and I had fresh grilled cod and veggies for dinner. The dog is happier too, but I'll wager that when he doesn't get to sleep in the bed he'll be pissed.

Thus begins weeks seven...