Handsome is out of town this weekend, and I'm all on my lonesome in Austin. Boo. I am so wonewy.
He's off on his bachelor party weekend, and while I am aware that this is usually bad news (Vegas, strippers, missing teeth, and tigers in the bathroom), I'm finding it hard to worry. He and his buddies are out at a remote cabin in the deep woods of east Texas, and I saw the packing list. It read like this:
1. Ice cream
3. BB guns
5. Water balloons
On second thought, if he comes back with all his limbs intact, I'll count it a minor miracle.