Life in the Absence of Boy

Today, Dr. Boy is in Boston for work. He's having a great time, and I was send the cutest photo of him holding Baby Henry. Tell you what ;). So I have been reveling in my freedom. No kids, no job, no boyfriend. I've been living a slothful, cluttered life and took a nap in the middle of the day. Because I wanted to, and there was no one here to worry about it.

Usually, Dr. Boy goes out of town, and I spend a day or 2 living as I would on my own. If no one ever visited me. In pajamas, on a steady diet of brie and nutella, dropping things anywhere I please. Clothes on the bathroom floor, if I shower. Bed unmade. Large, unruly projects spread out on every flat surface, I stay up and watch crap until the wee hours.

This time, it hasn't been going as well. I was really enjoying puttering around and doing my own thing -- making godiva coffee with a french press and freezing cherries -- until I realized that doing my own thing has lately become very adult. I did dishes. I folded laundry. I cursed out my godforsaken boyfriend in his sorry-assed absence for ruining my ability to fart around aimlessly and waste a day. Somehow, I've become one of my grownup friends. I won't do any shout outs here for fear of pissing off someone who is under the mistaken impression that she wants to rock and roll all night and party every day. Go ahead, self-identify, if you don't think

• drinking til 3 on a weeknight
• spending the day in your PJs
• spreading the coffee table with every CD you own, and some glitter
• starting 15 projects, finishing exactly 2, and only closing 1 door, drawer, or cabinet

is a productive use of time, I'm talking to you. You have RUINED me. I am now a frikkin' HAUS FRAU. But I'm still not a registered voter, so there. Oh, wait. Maybe I am. DAMMIT!

I even finished a project. My iPod is officially up to speed after nearly 8 months. With the exception of Elvis, who loads on the CD players, and on the old computer, but not the new one. SO annoying. I bought the CD, and I want to hear the songs. How will I go on without "A Fool Such As I?" Also, watched the Spike Lee "When the Levees Broke." Pretty good, but depressing. This country sucks. I can't believe it let my hometown flounder.

Go to New Orleans. Spend your money. For holidays, you can get me a donation to a reputable NOLA charity. And if you find one, let me know - damn, that city is crooked. Maybe I should move up my monster birthday from 40 to 35. And, we should all fly down and party like Kip Winger.

XOXO,

M