The Man-Cub left today for the State FBLA Conference in Vail. He'll be gone until Friday, which, should give me ample opportunity to try out the whole "empty nest" thing that people keep warning me about.
I'm going to start by not cooking a meal, but eating leftovers from their cartons while standing in front of the open fridge door. Then, I'm going to wash it all down with a swig of orange juice, straight from the jug.
What? Did you really think that I would mope my way upstairs, to throw my body across the Cub's bed while I wept and mourned the passing of my ovaries (RIP; you were very good ovaries)?
I gotta save something for next year.