July 11, 2005

With Jeb in Arizona I get to play bachelorette for a week. Which consists of:

Sleeping in for the greater part of the day on Saturday.

Sleeping with a down comforter.

Eating See's candy and not having to share.

Watching The Transporter.
Twice.
In one day.
And rewinding the make out scene.
Because Jason Statham is HOT.

Making dinner for one, not two.

Watching as much of the TLC channel as I want. Hellooo Trading Spaces, Clean Sweep, In a Fix, What Not to Wear, While You Were Out, and Moving up!

Taking the clean clothes out of the dryer and piling them on the couch and leaving them there. For more than a day.

Letting the cat sleep on the bed during the day.

Watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for the umpteenth time on cable.

Browsing eBay without anyone looking over my shoulder saying, "You don't need that." Like the Coach checkbook I just won the other day. Hey, it matches my bag!

All in all it's not bad being a bachelorette. And I even did some typical "bachelor" things like tearing down the crappy moulding in the living room and sawing the pieces up small enough to throw out in the trash. Yes, I can use a saw. And hanging a new curtain rod with the help of a stud finder (insert stud jokes here) and getting it level without using the level, go me. I took out the trash, cleaned up some of the backyard. I think I can hack this living alone thing. Not that I *want* to live alone but at least I know I can survive while Jeb's out of town.

Not that I ever doubted I could.

that was then - this is now