alone time

so, here's the rule: when your husband goes away hunting for the weekend and you stay home, this is what you do...

the moment you drop him off, go to macy's and spend $90 at the Clinique counter, then go through the burger king drive-through and "make it a LARGE please", then be sure to go to the video store and rent three chic flicks you know you'll never get to watch any other way, and on your way home make sure you drop by the grocery store and buy a tub of "Moose Tracks" ice-cream... small enough that there's no chance of any evidence still being around when he gets home, and don't forget to buy an extra SKOR bar just in case there's not enough of it in the actual ice-cream. And of course, when you get home, dead bolt the door behind you so no creepy men can get into your apartment while your eyes are closed as you wash your face (i'm sure it happens all the time). Then... be sure to schedule a day at the spa doing your nails and toes and face and whatever else sounds really fun to do with an old college roommate and then make reservations for the two of you to go eat lunch at CPK so you can sit around and talk about totally meaningless, random things that you would only talk about with your closest friends. and then settle in for an evening curled up on the couch with your ice-cream and movies. and be sure to eat the ice-cream straight from the tub... that's very important. this is not one of those "feel sorry for yourself because you don't have a boyfriend and you don't have a date on a friday night" kind of moments you have when you're single... this is the epitome of alone time.

don't get me wrong, i miss burton... i always do when he's gone... even when he's just gone for school. but there's nothing wrong with enjoying your own company. and your ice-cream.