What a week! Â It seems like this one lasted an entire month. Ike Turner Ballou is going to be home for the next 9 days “recovering” and I am not sure I want him to know my “home alone” secrets…that include:
I only pretend to get up with he is leaving for work, but when he drives off I just go back to bed.Â
I let the dogs lick all the plates clean before I put them in the dishwasher.Â
I know that Spanky the UPS man comes everyday with his work deliveries, but I just pretend I don’t hear the doorbell because I don’t want to have to put on a bra and pants just to go to the door when he just leaves the shit on the front porch anyway.Â
I sit cross-legged on the bathroom vanity every single morning for about half an hour “extracting” any blackheads I see on my nose while I listen to the Howard Stern Wrap Up Show.Â
Yeah…not being home alone all day might put a little kink into my daily routine. But on the other hand, he is going to be locked in his Mancave playing Call of Duty 3 anyway.Â (He is taking me to see the Twilight movie, he just doesn’t know it yet.)
Everyone enjoy the weekend!