Bob is on vacation this week. I am getting spoiled all over again. After three years you’d think we’d be dying for some time apart. No. Not so much. The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. After ten days joined at the hip (get your minds out of the gutter you dirty little pigs) when he goes back to work on Monday I will be lonely… Keep reading…Getaway…or get away…