My family left for Spring Break without me on Sunday (I have work), and though that sounds like a pity party, it's really not. It is really quite miraculous to be at home by yourself. I may have to work, but my obligations outside of work are zero. It changes everything. And usually, it means some indulgences.
For instance, whenever my family goes out of town, I buy of box of Little Debbie Fudge Rounds. Normally won't have them in the house, and then I buy a box and eat them. Two at a time. Until they are gone. It is a sickness.
I also picked up a small sack of beautiful green apples. My favorites. Because I don't have to worry about such trifling things as proper meal times or nutritional balance, I have had a sliced green apple and a scoop of peanut butter (large) for dinner the last three nights. And then sometimes a beer and chips later. Cause that's really living on the edge for me.
Often, I don't turn on the television the whole time they are gone. Two nights ago, I watched something like 5 episodes in a row of - wait for it - Love It or List It on HGTV. I could hear my braincells' death rattles.
Last night, however, was the piece de resistance. I stumbled to bed around 1 am. I almost couldn't feel my feet on my way to the bathroom to take out my contacts. This morning, I was so dazed that I pushed the button on the coffeepot only to realize I had not put new water and coffee in it the night before. I also found that I had failed to lock the front door before going to bed. Can you say Ca-Razy Night?
So, what was I up to so late, hmmmm? Drinking with friends? An illicit meet-up with a former love interest?
I'm not going to say, exactly, but it might have had something to do with this: