I think I'm losing it. I'm singing nonsense songs. Aloud. Alone.
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I walk through the living room belting out stuff like
RAMA RAMA BEEP BOP
BINGA LINGA DING DONG
Maybe I just need some noise.
I'm alone in a big house.
OK, it's not THAT big, but when you're alone it seems a lot bigger.
And the tile floors bounce off a nice echo-chamber sound.
Miz t. is off to Boston on a Mission of Mercy.
it's a long story, but bottom line is she left last Tuesday and won't be back till next Wednesday.
In the meantime, here I am.
I wonder what's for dinner?
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That's what I always threaten Miz t. with when she goes off on her own.
I see you with a nice steak, potato and salad dinner, maybe a nice glass of red wine. Then relax in a comfortable chair with a glass of good scotch and a favorite movie or book.
And Hooter Babes.
....we could have a telethon to buy you a stereo. 
It's funny.
Miz t. knows I like to cook.
I do it a lot.
And I'm pretty good at it.
I like to improvise and I'm usually pretty successful at it.
I cooked for myself (off and on) for the 9 years after I left home (and mom) until we married.
I didn't lose any weight.
But when she leaves town without me...
whew
She gets into this tizzy about me having enough to eat while she's gone.
She prepares meals and freezes them.
"OK, the (this) and the (that) are right here in the freezer. Just microwave them at...for..."
"And the leftover (the other) is in the fridge. Eat that first."
"Uh, hon? I know my way around a kitchen. I'll be OK."
"I know, I know...I just worry about you."
Bless her.
She does.
Thanks for chiming in HH.
I'm a pig, but my wife knows it. She also knows I look but don't touch. We've been together so long that it doesn't even matter anymore.
Sex crazed does not mean you are a pig. Though I wouldn't use the term at all, I think to be a pig, some touching would have to be involved.
No, really.
My bandmates and I (and our SOs, of course) have sort of a tradition of going to Hooters on the day after Christmas to have beers and watch "the game." Neither I nor the wife is a big sports fan, but the camaraderie (and the atmosphere, of course) always make for a good time. No "weary" girls here....our Hooters girls are for the most part lovely Texas Tech coeds. And believe it or not, their food is really good! 
So many Lubbockians seem to have this unfounded notion that Hooters is little more than a glorified "titty bar." I guess that's why ours is right across the street from the largest shopping mall in West Texas. 
[edited for glaring spelling errors. I should proofread before posting.]
