So, my DH is taking out girls and heading off to the lake for five or six days. Whatever will I do? I know you will think, HELLO???? What do you mean, "What will I do?"
I know. It sounds like heaven on earth. The house is quiet. The house may (or may not) stay clean. I can crank the music. Or not. I can run around in my bucks. (We can all thank our lucky stars now that I WON'T! EVER!) I can work at my computer for as many hours as I must to get my three weddings finished. Or I can just play Packrat on Facebook with Evi! I can fine dine on A&W onion rings and Petro Canada slushes without guilt.
Once you get past how delightful this all sounds, consider this.
The house will be too quiet.
I can crank my music, but will it be the same without the intelligent teenage comments about how stupid my music is? (Evi - '80s is TOTALLY the way to go. Sorry Heather...)
Now I have the picture of a fat naked me running around my house. Ewwwww!
Work. LOTS of it!
The hours of Facebook Packrat just confirms that I have no life. Few friends. And zero imagination.
The endless slushes and no clean house obligations sound FAB though!