Homesick

He is not here.

And I am not there.

This is not right.

I'm having fun here... but I am getting homesick. Which is odd to me because I don't usually get homesick. But this is a long time and I'm just ready to be home again. 

Megan's not here tonight so it's just me and the dogs. Really creepy being in someone else's house with someone else's dogs all by myself. I'm hiding out in the basement right now. Now that I think about it though, this is a poor plan because there's no way out. Not okay. Oh man I should really stop freaking myself out.

Went to the animal hospital the other day to pick up some kitty food and talked to Diane (super sweet receptionist that I miss SO much) and she told me that my old supervisor Peggy (super evil woman who I do not miss one bit) was creeping on me after I quit. Apparently she looked up our house in Illinois and checked it everyday to see when it actually sold. And when she saw it didn't sell til June, she got all worked up and wondered what funny business I was up to and why I left so early. Then she looked up our new house (because I changed my address on my account there) and she was 'critiquing' it. Um, have you seen it? There isn't anything to critique....

I don't understand how people can be so rude. I have been gone for 3 months now and she is still talking bad about me. Oh, Peggy. So immature for a 50 year old woman. Good luck with your life.

Anyways. I'm going to bed. Don't have much time before my three alarms wake me up at 5am for breakfast!