The Bed's TOO BIG.
I miss him.
The Huz has been gone for a month, gone to London to hang with his family and friends. I do get him 11 months of the year so I mustn't complain.
When life hands you lemons...
Or you could just stuff his favourite t-shirt with a pillow and pretend.
He'll be home on Monday and the bed will once again be the right size. How do you cope with separation from your beloved?