A Drawback of a Husband-Less House.

For the last several (okay, ten) days,

I have been driving around with a

fifty pound bag of dog food in the trunk of my car.

One of the drawbacks of having a husband

that works in a different state Monday through Friday?

No man-muscles to carry the heavy stuff into the house.

When Sully ran out of puppy kibble last night,

I even contemplated boiling him chicken and rice

for dinner. A meal that would take longer to prepare

than my own dinner of grilled cheese and salad.

I put on my big girl boots (also known as Uggs)

and trekked outside to lug Sully's dinner into the house.

After a good chuckle or two and watching me struggle with

an awkward fifty pound sack full of kibble,

a couple of lacrosse stick-toting, shaggy-haired high school boys

offered to help an ol' lady out.

Chivalry is not lost.

But I sure do miss my husband's muscles.