Liv is at a birthday party.
Leon & the other two girls are at soccer.
I have the house to myself.
Where am I, you may ask?
Am I sitting at the table with my coffee (nuked from this morning, thinking I desperately need an Umberto of my very own?), a box of chocolates and Breaking Dawn?
Nope. I don't seem to be there.
Am I cozied on the sofa with a hot chocolate, fuzzy blanket and a roaring fire, staring out the window at the blizzard outside?
Hmmm. I'm not there either.
Perhaps I'm out getting a fabulous spa treatment?
I'd love to tell you that's me. But, alas, nope.
Oh there. I'm doing laundry.
And I'm cooking.