My wife has left me. Off for the weekend to the beach to drink cases of wine, eat fabulous food and sleep uninterrupted throughout the night. As for me, I get to listen to “It’s not my fault,” “I’m so sorry!” “She’s touching my stuff!” and many other lovely phrases.
I think I’ve posted about this before (I’ll have to go back to my other site and sift through the archives). I don’t get girls’ weekend, ’cause if I had a boys weekend I’d probably suffer the slings and arrows of leaving my wife to have … fun. What a concept. My goings away ususally consist of work-related activities. Or school. Neither of which is quite the same as living the single life for a few days.