I was feeling kinda' Britney this week, but I'm all better now.
My mom got my husband season tickets for the Chicago Fire for Xmas. Their opener is tonight, so he took the kids up to Grandma and Grandpa's to get a head start on Easter, and I get the whole house to myself until tomorrow morning (when I will join them). The silence is deafening, and I'm loving every minute of it.
Normally I would take this time to catch up on housework, but that's already been taken care of considering we had a rush of looky-loos over the past few days. I literally have nothing I have to do. I get to do whatever I damn well please. No one to answer to, get a sippy cup for, or who's butt to wipe. I can put something away and it isn't laying all over the floor 2 seconds after I turn around. I can make a phone call and not have to do a thousand other things at the same time. I can run around yelling "fuck" and "cocksucker" with abandon.
Oh, sweet freedom!
So the question is, do I go out and get a pedicure before or after some internet porn?
For Your Scrapbook
- ► 2008 (100)
- Jesus Meme
- Back to Square One
- Amateur Night
- It was worth it
- Do you think they'll roll 12-sided dice at the rec...
- "Hooked on Ejaculation"
- Anatomy 101
- Hee Haw Haircut
- I'm awesome...
- One time I hated my neighbors
- Allllll by myself....
- Write a letter you'll never send
- One time I was a giant crybaby
- ▼ April (15)