Thats right. I am all alone in my house. My daughter stayed at her brothers house last night. My boyfriend had to work this morning.
I have the whole house to myself! Well as much as a I can. The dogs and cats are here but to hell with them.
I have taken a pee with the bathroom door open. I picked my nose and farted in the middle of the livingroom.
I wonder how long the bliss will last. I don’t get this very often and I intend to take full advantage of it. I think I may sing out loud next just to freak out the fur crew and maybe even do a jig to futher confuse them.
I was thisclose to alone last night - just me and the 2 year old. We ordered Thai food and watched *Annie *(she’s been listening to the Soundtrack non-and-I-mean-NON-stop for about 2 weeks now. She was flabbergasted that actual people sang those songs!)
Then she went to bed, and I poured myself a glass of wine, found my OWN girly movie to watch at my OWN volume level, settled into the WHOLE couch with my legs stretched out and everything –
And promptly fell asleep. :smack:
Congratulations on your home aloneness. Walk around nekkid in my honor.
Next step - stand with the fridge door open for a good long while, then grab the milk or juice and drink straight out of the container whilst scratching your ass.
I wish I could revel in being alone in the house right now, but I’m having separation anxiety.
It’s not just him being ill, it’s that I have spent maybe three nights alone in our house since we first moved in together nearly four years ago and now I’m having to lock doors and keep lights on just to be able to sleep properly
Plus every noise, even ones that I know happen, is waking me up and making me jumpy.
I had 2 whole hours of it yesterday afternoon. Hubby was out with friends and our 9-month old daughter was at Grandma’s house, so I too peed with the bathroom door open and then soaked in the bathtub for the first time since before baby was born, before watching crappy TV and remembering the joys of being by myself!
I not only eat steak with my bare hands but I like it raw and there are no leftovers.
Non-ladies do not pull out the “I am to full to finish this” stick.
Well I sure did enjoy myself. I turned off the damn TV, clicked me up some Pandora and listened to CCR and the like. I did some housework but at a very lazy pace.
I did several jigs. I think the dogs thought I was having a seizure of some sort and kept surrounding me. The cats ran as they were afraid of my eagle claw slippers flailing in the air. I don’t either appreciated my singing but the birds seem to enjoy it.
