I find it incredibly entertaining watching my husband pack his “stuff” to go out of town. I left work at 6, picked up dinner at Chic-fil-A, stopped by Publix to pick up milk, doggie ice cream, a care package for his trip (how nice is that?) and s...

It’s 11:20 p.m., one dog beside me asleep on the couch, another one on the floor – both oblivious to the time, day or date. The last time I looked at the clock it was 8:20 – where did three hours go – let’s see – signed two Mother’s Day...