poor husband...not

so here i am pining away for my poor hubby who sounded miserable last night when i talked to him. he is in new orleans doing some demo work for a mission trip at church. he sounded so tired and i figured he misses me as much as i miss him. so last night when i was on the phone with him i asked him to call me the next night.
9:45 and still no phone call. so i call the number he had called me from the night before. i left to a message to please have my husband call me when he got a chance. i figured he was up to his ears in nasty, foul smelling rot and just couldnt get to a phone. so when he does call me, where does he call me from? Friggin bourbon street! sounding like he was having the time of his life and not missing me a darn bit. here i am taking care of our son and trying to not think about him being so far away and he is out partying with the church folk! the only thing that makes me feel okay about this whole thing is that he doesnt ever drink and knows how to keep it in his pants. he keeps talking about getting a mistress but we have both agreed i am all that he can handle right now and he sure cannot afford another womans shopping habits.
so come home charles! we miss you!
later
slr