Mom and dad are out of town.
I'm sitting here trying to remember the last time I spent the night here by myself. Maybe 12 years ago? 13?
I don't know if it's reality, or television, or a combination of the two, but I seem to remember, in those days, them saying something along the lines of, "don't have any friends over." I don't remember them saying anything about drinking... but, I'm sure there was a lecture of some sort.
Funny that mom called earlier and said, "there's red wine in the cupboard, and... OH! I should have left you a bottle of champagne!" Interesting how things change, and yes, she SHOULD have left me a bottle of champagne.
There is a little part of me that wants to sneak out a window tonight, and go down to Lyon's and drink coffee till three in the morning. And really, it's not the part of me that finds water beds creepy... that part is destined to sleep on the couch tonight.
I'm just finding, that being alone, in a big house, with four cats... well, I'm closer to being the "crazy" cat lady than I thought. Interesting that after just a few hours alone, I end up sitting here talking to the cats. I'm wondering if the champagne would have had me talking to them more or less.
If you had the champagne, the cats would have started talking back.
I'm blog sufing.. Hope you had fun .. You have a cool blog..
Have a great evening..
are you still house sitting?
That house was always so comfy.
No, I was only there for two nights. One on my own, and one with the ShortBus. It was nice... I'll definitely do it again. Maybe next time, invite friends... just because I can. muahahaha!
You're a cat lady, niener!
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