I believe I said that

Chris is home, Chris is home, Chris is home!

I'm so happy! Oh it's always the same when he goes away for hunting or whatever. Here is the timeline:

Before he leaves:
To Chris: Oh baby, I'm going to miss you so much!
Secretly to myself: oh man, house to myself! Do whatever I want! No random houseguests! Yippee!

Night that he leaves:
*tears*

The first few days he's gone:
Hey, this isn't so bad at all. In fact it is amazing. I miss the single life. I can cook dinner all by myself and not die! Dogs are warm! I'm an independent woman!

Then after a while:
This is boring. Where is the bourbon.

Then he comes home:
Yayyyyyyyyy!‹/kermit›

The next day:
[Chris does something to piss me off] Ugh, go back to Hawley.