Bomb red wine from Mattawa of all places. Two days without Robert and already I've managed a handful of 'Geez I haven't done this in a LONG time'. I've taste tested several drive thru joints and concluded that Jack in the Box is a grease bomb created by the devil. Ugh! At least it doesn't inspire constipation. I fed a stray cat. Robert's totally groaning right now. It had maggots in its eye, so I felt sorry for it. I'm praying it died shortly after, and hopefully not in my garage. And finally, I climbed on top of our shed to water the tomatoes. Now Robert can forgive me for feeding the maggot cat.
I went grocery shopping yesterday. The refrigerator is full of treats such as sour cream, wild caught Coho salmon, chicken breasts, decadently CHEAP ice cream sandwiches, cream cheese (I'm addicted to Philly smeared pretzels! low calorie, I know), crispy!!! red leaf lettuce and chunky bleu cheese dressing. How do people decide what bleu cheese dressing to get? It all looked so mayonnaise-y and bland. But of course I still had to get some.
Robert's message on the answering machine was disappointed to know that I was out dancing it up only several hours after he had vacated the city limits. I flailed my bat wings around A LOT to Chuck Prophet, insisted that John Mc Cain was my guilty pleasure (HA! But sheez what a bunch of dirty looks!), hugged a lot of people (weird!), and generally basked in free beer. I kept chanting- 'I love my friends, I love my friends!' Why I couldn't get even the simplest Charles Bukowski quote right I'll never know. It could have had something to do with the fact that zig-zag bike riding is a specialty of mine post-midnight, and I didn't have to sleep with earplugs for the first time in a long time. Cheers to the single life- 48 hours down, 178 to go.
2 years ago
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