When the Cat's Away...

... the mice are lonely!

Since marrying the most amazing woman in the world, there are a few things I've learned. First, nothing that used to be mine is truly mine. This applies to my sweatshirts, t-shirts, pajama bottoms, hairbrush, and toothbrush. The "sharing" of personal items isn't a two way road, either. I can't use Julie's sweatshirts (too small), t-shirts (too tight), pajama bottoms (too pink and too short), hairbrush (she threw it away and now uses mine), or toothbrush (that's disgusting). Additionally, when the wife is gone I tend to revert to my days as a single student at BYU. This means that I spend the majority of my free time (which, thanks to attendance at a Jewish school, means a four day weekend right now) chugging Coke, playing video games, surviving on chips and salsa, avoiding the cleaning that really needs to be done, and generally doing things that would earn me a stern "Patrick Lloyd" if she were here. Finally, I have learned that I really miss her when she is gone. It's just not that much fun to laugh at your own jokes, eat junk food by yourself, watch TV alone, or misbehave if you're not going to get caught. In short, the times when Julie is away visiting her family (she is currently on her way to Salt Lake City to see her sister Laura before she enters the MTC) remind me that I was really happy when I married her and I don't enjoy being alone! I can't wait until she comes back home.