So I was flying solo this weekend. Many bloggers choose not to say when their significant other is out of town for safety reasons. Me? I was just too lazy to blog this weekend, even though I really had nothing else to do.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I did take this weekend to unpack ALL of my clothes. Many of which I haven’t seen since June when I packed them up in Maine. I really probably don’t fit into them anymore since the road trip and holidays anyway. And since Casey wasn’t here to fight for his half of the closet, he has approximate 1/4 of the closet left to fit all of his clothes once he gets around to unpacking. What can I say? First come, first hang? Whatever.
But, anyway. I really could not live alone full time. Sunday afternoon, I came downstairs and the front door was wide open. Naturally, I grabbed the first thing closest to me – a wicker basket for holding mail – and started to search the perimeter. (Stating it that way makes me sound way cooler). Then, somewhere around the guest bathroom I caught sight of myself- crouched half-way down holding a wicker basket saying “Skeeter, where’s the bad guy?!” and I realized I really shouldn’t live alone.
Listen, our front door doesn’t shut tight and I have no doubt that the wind blew it open after I haphazardly shut the door after coming home from the beach. OR, the bad guy is somewhere in here quaking in fear of my wicker basket. I mean, seriously, this house is so big I’d never find him if he kept on the move.
I tried hard to keep myself occupied this weekend. I read on the front porch, I took Skeeter to the beach, I watched Grey’s Anatomy with Stacey (via Skype), I watched “Horrible Bosses” (pretty funny!) and I sought out Thai food. But I am just too much of a social person, and we just don’t have friends here yet. Even if half the time we’re home together I’m telling Casey that I need some alone time. Oh the inner conflict.
Well, Casey is on his way home from Maine and fingers crossed he makes it (his flights were cancelled yesterday, and already delayed again this morning).
So at least I’ll have someone to search the perimeter with me next time.
You are too funny. That wicker basket sounds super scary. The bad guy probably saw it when he opened the door and ran the other way.
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You know when I saw that Casey was leaving, I really started to call and see if I could drive down and see the new place – and it be just the girls. But then I started thinking just for myself, how I don’t like to share my rare alone time – so I decided not to disturb the party I thought you were having celebrating having a whole house yourself. See what happens when you’re narrow minded? Well just narrow minded when it comes to celebrating having a whole house to myself.
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You’re braver than I. I would have pretended to be the wicker basket and cower in the corner until I was certain I was invisible.
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bahaha you crack me up!