Day 4

Last night, three of my girlfriends came over and we had a good ol' fashioned slumber party. It was just like old times, except instead of dishing about our latest junior high crush, we gabbed about our husbands, our jobs and our experiences living in Evanston. In the end, two girls went home to their hubbies, but one brave gal shared my king bed ... which is so big that you almost need to keep your cell phones on you to communicate across it so it wasn't creepy at all.

I had rented two chic movies -- "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and "Finding Neverland" -- but we never even got close to watching them. Instead, we munched on take out and candy and talked about everything from why we can't wait to be homemakers to our opinions on company outsourcing. Good times. Noodle salad.

But after a long day of Christmas shopping, which can be best summarized by sharing the fact that it took me 20 and 40 minutes respectively to find parking at two different malls, I'm home alone and very, very much longing for my husband. I just called him and whimpered and despite that, he's still not here. If only there was a magic way for me to take a week off of work and have my employers both approve of it and pay for it. Alas, I'm all out of magic. I think I must have used it up at the slumber party.