Mr. Purl was in Viva Las Vegas. Again. This time for 10 looooong days. Oy, was my heart aching and dreading this.
So, the first day he's gone, I got me some flowers. Aww. Sweet, sweet Mr. Purl. And then I got flowers the next day. And the day after that. Y'all, he sent me flowers for 5 straight days. Then he had a bad dream in which I leave him for Sarah Jessica Parker (huh?) and she sent me flowers with a note that said, "Thanks for last night! Sarah Jessica Parker"
Sweetie, if you're going to have dreams like that about me, can you make my co-star Colin Meloy? Or Colin Firth? You know how I feel about Colins. Thank you, darling husband. You're such a romantic.