Tuesday, January 13, 2009

At 4:30-ish this morning, I dropped off the husband and child at the airport so they could jet off to California in search of a rental home for us. They will be there until Friday evening.

Yep, that means that I've got the house to myself for four whole days. Which has never ever happened before. Ever.

That also means non-stop pajamas*, chicken nuggets for breakfast, ice cream for lunch, frozen pizza for dinner and as many girl movies/shows as I can stand (without anyone rolling their eyes or asking if there was anything else on).

That also means that American Idol season 9 kajillion, premiers tonight and I have no one to watch it with, which kind of sucks. But I get the WHOLE FREAKING BED to myself tonight, so that kind of makes up for it.

Also, I found out today that if you are lounging around your house between your ice cream lunch and frozen pizza dinner, wearing fluffy Christmas pajamas and looking like a metric ton of hammered snot (because there's no one else home and it doesn't matter what you look like), the doorbell will ring and at the door will be the hottest postal employee ever and he will recoil a little bit at the sight of you as he asks for your signature. It's just a fact.




*that would be a great name for a kids' show, wouldn't it?

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