Chicken Wings and Silence

It's Sunday night, the kids are fast asleep (so is the dog) and Paul is out for chicken wings. It is totally silent. I almost don't know what to do with myself! Ok, obviously I do, but now I don't have my hubby whining in the background for me to come rub his back or scratch his back or massage his back. It's weird. And I hate to admit it, but I miss it. (I'm hoping Paul doesn't read this blog or I will be forever reminded of this!) Thank you Donna (my fabulous mother-in-law), for creating this little monster of a husband that I absolutely adore!!