skybluepink

what a glorious day. i got to sleep in, until 9:30, the sun is shining, it's not hot yet and the big kitty is THE BEST kitty, ever. he slept with me again last night and won't leave my side today. he's just darling. i love him sooo much.

i realize that i really need my alone time. and luckily, things have just worked out well this week and i was able to get it. c has been gone since thursday, i was supposed to hang out with a friend after work yesterday but never was able to get a hold of her, and i was supposed to have breakfast with a different friend this morning, but we never connected either. so, i have had so much wonderful time alone.

after work yesterday i treated myself to a pedicure. it was great. i found some random place in town and got such a pretty bright pink on my toes. i ordered pizza for dinner and watched trashy tv. oh yes. it was bad. it started out innocent enough...

i wanted to watch dateline since i never watch it anymore, and it was an interview with britney spears. it was SO bad! she did nothing to help her whiskey tango image at all. it was filmed at her house and she was wearing a tattered denim mini skirt, a really low cut tank top and stacked sandals. luckily she was wearing shoes. her hair was a disaster, as was her make up. several of her eyelashes were stuck together. it was bad. oh, and she was CHEWING GUM. it was disgusting. i swear, i felt so bad for matt lauer! she was a freaking mess. he had no idea how to answer his simple questions. he was practically laughing at her. it was like a bad train wreck. i just couldn't look away. well, i could, and i did. i fliped over to dr. phil. it was not much better over there. but, at least i got to watch trash tv without any complaints from the peanut gallery!!

i have absolutely nothing planned this weekend, and i love it. i have been doing housework intermittenly and it's so great not to have constant nagging about when this or that will get done. i'm going to garden in a bit. and that will also be great not to have any unneccesary commentary while i'm outside, either. i swear, that man has to make a comment on EVERYTHING i do. i suppose i tend to be the same way. well, okay, maybe not so much.