But last night I found myself in a very odd place. It was a Thursday night and no one was home but me. Precious Oldest has permanently deserted me in the pursuit of higher learning, Precious Youngest was at work (and since they NEVER HAVE DAMN SCHOOL, was spending the night at a friend’s house), and the Saint was out of town. I was alone. Two loads of laundry were washed, dried and put away. The dog was fed. The dishwasher was loaded. Hell, even the coffee for the next day was staged in the spiffy machine with a timer thingy.
So I toddled up the street to view jewelry. Now I’ll give the “sales associate” this much, there was no sales pitch about the goods. Or joy of working for the company. But really, despite my presence and seeming lack of activity in my life? I do not want to have a party of my own! Really, I can’t. I like my friends. Way too much. And I’m sorry my neighbor didn’t have “her perfect party” because three guests didn't sign up to perpetuate the madness. But I'm a big girl now, and guilt? Doesn't really work on me anymore.
What did you do last night?
