I need my husband back

Brad has been out of town for about a week now, and this morning I came to the undeniable realization that I need a husband. Not for the cuddling and the help opening the jam jar (although those two things are excellent perks to marriage), but for the incentive to get my butt out of bed.
My alarm clock went off at 6:00, after which I continued to push snooze every nine minutes until about 7:15. I'm supposed to be to work at 7:30, by the way. Normally, Brad would have kneed me in the kidney after snooze number two and shoved me out of bed. It sounds cruel; but it's necessary.
So, in my unwed, lazy state, I'm currently un-showered, my make-up consists of one haphazard coat of mascara, and apparently I didn't look in the mirror when I put on these pants with this shirt. Not to mention I began first period by snapping at at least two unsuspecting teenagers. I feel bad - but it takes me at least an hour to perk up in the morning.
Comments
I love it.