It's hard to stop a blog

actually, supposedly it's hard to stop a "trane", which is a slogan I never really understood.
But, it's hard to stop a blog too, I suppose. Especially since everyone has one.
My husband has been out of the country dealing with visa issues for the past 2 months, so I am living my former life, aka Lily the bachlorette (except there are no roses involved). It really means Lily leaves her towels all over the floor, doesn't take out trash until it stinks, and watches Law and Order until I have memorized the exact ratio of salt to pepper hairs on Sam Waterston's head. It has its moments of feeling quite liberating, but with a recent run in with a black widow, and a severe stink bug infestation, I am starting to understand why marriage was created in the first place. The point is to marry someone who will do all the things you don't like to do. I bring to the table a fairly advanced set of culinary skills, and willingness to vacuum (only with a Dyson). He cleans everything else, kills bugs, takes out trash, fixes things, builds things, and unclogs the drain when my hair builds up. I think its even stevens.