Dark and rainy.
Except for Spanner.
And the whump, whump of the dryer
And the hum of the washing machine
Cue the violins.........
NO WAIT....CUT, CUT, CUT......
Toss the violins people!
I am home ALONE!
This never happens.
This is incredible.
I can play Air Supply and sing into my hairbrush in front of the bathroom mirror without emotionally scarring any teenagers.
Without a bra on...... In my jammies....at 7pm!
It means I can have whatever I want for dinner - in this case a fruit salad and avo on toast.
No, I am not hiding the wine ..... I am on a cleanse for January. It's hard and it sucks but I am doing it. I have eaten 55 kale salads in the last 16 days. At least. I packed my lunch to work for 8 straight days...... a world record I'm sure.
But my pants have stopped chattering and I'm feeling great.
Except tonight I could use a drink. Strictly for medicinal purposes.
Because anyone who tells you getting a tattoo doesn't hurt or "isn't so bad" is lying or they are a woman with "I-forgot-how-much-labour-hurts" syndrome.
I got some ink today and I am super, super happy with it "Ohana" means family, not just my biological family but all the people I choose to have in my life - my peeps - my Ohana.
But it flipping hurt man. Thankful the best cheerleader a girl could hope for was there chattering away to distract me....it sure helped. Plus I wasn't going to cry. Especially after Lindsay braved a whole sentence or two and I only got 5 letters.
Anyhoo back to being home alone....now that I have checked all the doors are locked. Again.
I am the captain of my own ship and the possibilities are endless!
I could clean, I could organise, I could read (but I finished a book last night and I'm not ready to dive in again...), I could watch TV (but that would be weird seeing as I haven't watched TV since the third season of Greys Anatomy), I could watch a movie, I could cook, I could bake, I could play bejewelled on my phone trying to beat AC and LC, I could work on my Daring Leadership course ( it is ah-may-zing)..... the evening is a blank canvas!
I sadly can't walk across the street to the Dairy Queen because the whole no bra jammie thing....and now all I want is a peanut buster parfait...Ugh. Oh right, I'm cleansing, nevermind.
So whatever you do tonight....
DO NOT feel sorry for me!
And do not ring my doorbell.