Well, it's just me here. In the house. Alone.
Awesome.
So far today I have:
- Performed a sexual act with my Partner Unit. Don't worry, it was legal. Then packed him off to China.
- Taken one of the Evil Bitches to the vet. 1000 Swedish crowns (or about $80 USD later), and she will be ok.
- Mopped the entire house.
- Bonded with Swedish crunchy-vanilla-yogurt nature by taking a long walk around the lake. Passed a couple of 2000 year old Viking funeral mounds. Made me feel weird and very, very young.
- Done every single piece of dirty laundry in the house. Had to be done. After all, I cooked and served up the Laundry Fairies earlier this week.
Since I have been such a very, very good girl, I have my evening ahead of me. This is how I have it scoped out:
- I have turned off the silent feature on my mobile phone. John Cusack could finally be calling for his booty call, after all. I feel I am up to enlightenment.
- Will shortly go and turn on the DVD. Think it is time to start the next season of "Sex and the City." While doing this, I plan on shaping my minge. My beaver. My muff. Whatever ingenious term you want to call it. I have been undecided on a shape for a while, but I will shamelessly steal Layne's perky Lauren's idea, and my bit of turf will be shaped into a box.
- The bottle of red wine I have is relaxing on the counter, ready to open its arms and welcome me into the fold of dizzy tannins and gorgeous hangovers. We are old friends. We will greet each other as such, and bask in the beautiful glow of each other's amber company. I am saving the chablis for tomorrow (and no worries, I will definitely be drinking it for us both, Melodrama!)
- Candles will be lit in the early evening, once the sun has sit. I am a chick, after all.
- Debated having a Wrestling and Pudding Party. You know, where I fill the living room with 6 inches of pudding and let my guests have good, sticky, fun. But then I figured I wouldn't know who to invite. And I would have to clean up the mess. And I like my IKEA couches the way they are, pudding-free. And I don't know where to buy pudding in Sweden anyway. So fuck it, no Wrestling and Pudding Party.
- And since I am only just now alone, it is time for orgasm number 1. I am debating if I should post a final tally or not on Monday morning. But I am craving some, and so will log out now....
-H.
Posted by Everydaystranger at September 20, 2003 02:46 PM | TrackBack