I have been alone for 55 hours.
Mr. Right took the kids camping on Thursday. I didn’t post about it because I didn’t want some random Burt Reynolds fan freak to figure out where I live and murder me.
I guess as of right now, it has only been about 51 hours, but they won’t return for awhile yet, so 55 total. That’s why I have to hurry up and post this because I need to savor the final alone time.
It is a bit like getting a weekend pass out of Attica.
Or so I imagine.
The gloriousness of that time can not be fully expressed by me. There just aren’t adequate words.
Wine & books.
Wine & toenail painting.
Wine and girl movies. (Bridges of Madison County, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Hope Floats & Steel Magnolias)
Uninterrupted movie time at that. I never had to pause it unless I wanted to. Well, except for when Buddy would bark at some random inanimate object and I would have to investigate to make sure I was not living in Amityville Horror or somewhere like that.
Thursday I never left the house, I did everything in the previous pictures. Friday I went to the thrift store (duh) unfettered by time constraints. I also hit Target, Kohls and Gymboree. Then I stopped for a couple glasses of wine and some chips and salsa. I read my people magazine and my book and just hung out. Shopped a little more and then came home and watched another movie and ate some M&M’s and peeps.
Way behind on my peep consumption this year.
Took a late nap and then woke up at 8pm and read my book until midnight.
Got up early this morning and took Buddy on a 5 mile hike on the new mountain trail by the house. Made sure to text my sister in law when I left AND returned so I didn’t end up like the 127 hours guy.
Now I am just hanging out and waiting for the return.
I think I smell them.
I’m out! Can’t waste my last couple of hours.