that when my husband told me he would be home from his business trip on Thursday, I asked him if he was sure he wouldn't like to stay for another day?
I could have sworn he told me he couldn't get a flight out on Thursday afternoon or evening, so he was going to catch an early flight Friday morning. Come to find out, he's done with work Wednesday afternoon, but has to wait until Thursday morning to fly home.
I was really counting on having that last day alone in the house . . . and our bed.
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