I love my guys, but sometimes a few hours without them is heaven. Today Jeff and Jade are at the regional choir festival (Jeff because he runs the thing and Jade because he made it into the choir). This means that they left early (6:30 a.m.) and won't be home until around 7 p.m. This also means that I went to work alone this morning (read - cranked up the stereo and belted Garth Brooks tunes) and came home alone - which entails oh so many novel ideas.
First, I made a side trip to the used book store just to browse the trashy vampire/werewolf novels. I didn't buy any, because between my e-reader and the Kindle app on my phone I usually have a "stack" of books waiting, but it was fun to look. (As I walk along, I take pictures of the books I'd like to read so when I'm out of fresh material, I know what to download next! I have a whole slew of book photos in my gallery.) On the drive home, I listened to NPR and didn't have to try to keep up with the reporters and a three-way conversation about the school day. Ah...
Arriving home alone has its own rewards. After all, it is permission to eat whatever I want without regard to its nutritional value, appeal to other people, or classification as a "meal." This means I fried the rest of the frozen onion rings for dinner (and they were delicious)! While the onion rings bubbled, I dumped the work clothes - especially the heels - and donned soft pajamas. (O.k. - I'll admit I do this when the guys are here, too.) As the last batch of crispy rings fried, it was martini time. (Yes, regardless of the time here, it is indeed five o'clock somewhere.) Thus, equipped with cold booze and hot snacks, I retired to my office for a rousing round of Zuma Blitz, where I was still unable to beat Jeff's high score for the week.
Of course, after all this R and R, I knew I had to get down to the (very) serious business of writing this blog. Thus, my day has ended, a long weekend has begun, and I still have at least an hour before the boys come home. I wonder what's on HGTV?
First, I made a side trip to the used book store just to browse the trashy vampire/werewolf novels. I didn't buy any, because between my e-reader and the Kindle app on my phone I usually have a "stack" of books waiting, but it was fun to look. (As I walk along, I take pictures of the books I'd like to read so when I'm out of fresh material, I know what to download next! I have a whole slew of book photos in my gallery.) On the drive home, I listened to NPR and didn't have to try to keep up with the reporters and a three-way conversation about the school day. Ah...
Arriving home alone has its own rewards. After all, it is permission to eat whatever I want without regard to its nutritional value, appeal to other people, or classification as a "meal." This means I fried the rest of the frozen onion rings for dinner (and they were delicious)! While the onion rings bubbled, I dumped the work clothes - especially the heels - and donned soft pajamas. (O.k. - I'll admit I do this when the guys are here, too.) As the last batch of crispy rings fried, it was martini time. (Yes, regardless of the time here, it is indeed five o'clock somewhere.) Thus, equipped with cold booze and hot snacks, I retired to my office for a rousing round of Zuma Blitz, where I was still unable to beat Jeff's high score for the week.
Of course, after all this R and R, I knew I had to get down to the (very) serious business of writing this blog. Thus, my day has ended, a long weekend has begun, and I still have at least an hour before the boys come home. I wonder what's on HGTV?
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