The down side of leaving home for two weeks isn’t the wear and tear on the car.  It isn’t the money for toll roads and hotels.  It isn’t eating out for two weeks straight.  It’s leaving my husband, two dogs, and a cat, behind.  My husband works full-time and overtime.  I hate leaving him as the sole parent of our furry household.  I picture him working so hard, being exhausted, and eating pizza for two solid weeks.  And he never complains.  And I’m leaving on his 60th birthday.

It must suck to be him.  Either that, or he’s the greatest spouse in the world, which is quite possible.

So I got him an awesome 60th birthday present that should keep him entertained for the full two weeks — a laser plinking kit (look it up!).