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November 2, 2007
The new definition of "date"
I'm finishing up my second hour of alone time. I am in love with my alone time. I am, however, regretting eating my hopefully e-coli free Totino's pizza without anyone to share it with. I'm a little, shall we say, overstuffed? But what are you going to do, throw out pizza? Put it in the fridge and make some poor sap (hi, honey!) eat it as a leftover later? Can't do it. Had to eat it.
The rest of my precious freedom has been spent loading the dishwasher, watching The View, fending off "free" carpet cleaning, and reading blogs. I was going to say that I had been wasting this glorious gift, and then I realized that most of those things really are nicer done alone. It's hard to read when people keep talking and asking who the baby in the picture is and poking at the touchpad and talking.
Dad is going home tomorrow, so Rex and I are going to make use of his presence and go out alone tonight. Sadly, there are no movies we want to see, so we'll probably get a yummy beverage that we'll get to drink ALL BY OURSELVES and sit around a bookstore, not paying attention to children of any kind.
Posted by me at November 2, 2007 12:59 PM
Comments
Sounds lovely.
Posted by: anna at November 2, 2007 3:34 PM