So, did I tell you all that Gene left me?
For a week, people. Geez. He's gone to Colorado for a class. He's driving so it takes 3 days to get there. So, I have been left ALONE and UNCHAPERONED for 1 week and TWO weekends. It boggles the mind.
It is literally like having spring break at the ripe old age of 28 29. I am so loving this. I'm pretty sure that this is going to be a post that Gene would reference when he asks me…oh, sorry. Censored.
Anyway. Friday, I cleaned a lot of the house. Living room, dining room, kitchen. Yesterday I continued the cleaning and organized a little in the kitchen and made the dining room look like it's used by someone other than D&D players. Today was to have been devoted to grocery shopping, garbage, etc, but I am planning on hitting the new Borders, the less pretty people mall. Oh, and laundry in there somewhere.
I have also watched a ton of movies:
Little Black Book (cute, surprising twist at the end)
High Society (musical version of the Philadephia Story, starring the love of Gene's life, Princess Grace)
Magnificient Obsession (terrible, awful, watched the last 50 or so minutes on 16 times speed so I could get to the end of it already)
My Life So Far (Colin Firth looking all yummy as the dad, mmm, glasses…)
American Graffiti (sorry, the only George Lucas movie I've ever enjoyed was Howard the Duck)
and now I'm watching The Last Waltz, the filmed version of the Band's last concert. It is so far the best thing I've watched all weekend. They had a ton of guest musicians, including Eric Clapton and Joni Mitchell. Loving it!
I know there have been more movies. I have practically been chain-movie watching, if that makes any sense. My goal was 1 movie per day while Gene's gone. I've still got tons left, plus I was kind of hoping to hit Blockbuster for some movies that Gene won't want to watch.
The dogs go to the kennels tomorrow and will be picked up Friday after work. So, I get all week to myself. My plans are to keep the house clean, go to work, eat pizza and pizza derivitives (pizza rolls, etc), read, write, watch movies. I wish I had even 1 day of vacation saved up (stupid bronchitis) to just chill out at home even more. I love chilling out at home by myself.
I know that talking about loving alone time is a bad thing for a married woman to do. I am never alone, though. Most days, lunch hour and the drive to and from work is as close as I come. And the days where Gene takes the car = absolutely not an alone second or even a second not spent surrounded by people, phones, talking, noise noise noise.
Scoob's begging to get up on my lap. Gotta go.