Ya know darn well how much fun it is to be alone....oh to bask in the anitsocial-ness of it all...
Will-O is of course out o' town and kidz atypically went to the sitter today. Yes, I worked, worked out, cleaned the home and did yard work, but it was all done as I pleased: lusciously solo.
Worst Part of the Day-
After the kidlets went down this evening, I cracked open a bottle of the somehow pleasing 2 buck Chuck merlot that has been sitting in the wine rack for months. Holy cats was it yummy. After 2 glasses (honestly not the whole bottle), I was tip-seeeeee. I may have stumbled cross-eyed to my room. If I wasn't alone, I would've accused someone of slipping in a roofie. Just a severe lightweight, my friends...or perhaps dehydrated??? Odd.
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