i have no photos for this post.
a lot of times i lament on being alone.
sometimes it’s not such a bad thing.
right now i am sitting in a hot bath bookmarking every blog i’ve ever been interested in on my laptop.
i’m drinking a mocha frappuccino.
and i’m singing an old song very loudly and badly, with no backup music.
and no one is here to raise an eyebrow.
did i mention i had a bag of potato chips for dinner?
when you are home alone, no one cares how quirky you are.
and the kids aren’t home for another hour.