Home Alone
I am home alone - by myself - for four days. Everyone in my house is either away at school or in Myrtle Beach until Sunday on a band trip. Now I can do all those things guys like to do when they find themselves unfettered by the burdens of responsibility and free to disregard the conventions of polite society.
For the next four days, dinner will be nothing more than a sink, a bottle of salad dressing, and a head of lettuce. Who needs utensils? No, wait, I already do that. Well... I can leave beer bottles under the couch. Dang, I already do that, too. Ah, I have it! I can belch and fart without any regard to who's in the room. No... I already do that as well. I've got it! I don't have to answer the phone when it rings! Nope, no good. No one ever calls me so it probably won't ring anyway. Well, I'm sure there's something wild and crazy I could be doing. I just have to think of it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make the beds.
K-
It seems like I do the same things when left alone as when others are here, too. Although my list of things I do isn't nearly as colorful as yours.
Maybe you could go on a long blog walk. I guess that really isn't wild and crazy.
Cas
enjoy your time alone.
Even though I do the same things, too, I just love time alone. I cherish it.
YOu could go for some shadow boxing in the front yard. Or maybe sprinkling pixie dust around. I don't know.