Me time.

Let me preface this post by saying, I love being married. Truly I do. I feel like I hit the lottery since  I have a blast with my husband, and he truly is my best friend. I love having a built in partner in crime. And I love that we are waiting to have kids and just loving life just the two of us.

All of that ooey, gooey, smoochy, smoochy, love fest aside. I LOVE ME DAYS. LOVE THEM. You know those day’s, where there is no one to judge you watching every real housewife episode you’ve ever seen. And the day’s you can pour a glass of champagne at 11 am by yourself and no one is watching. I love those days.

This weekend, something rare happened. And no I’m not talking about Lady Gaga not dressing like a transvestite from Mars.

I had a whole weekend day ALONE. Just me, and my puppy of course. But just ME. That is so rare in my world. And in all honesty I usually don’t like being alone. I’m one of those annoying people that always want somebody to do things with me. I don’t like shopping alone. I don’t like working out alone, or drinking alone  sleeping alone. Yet when the hubs announced last minute he was going on a guys weekend/ St. Patty’s day party/ black out fest. I practically shoved him out the door.

First of all, it was 82 degrees on Saturday. Perfection. My first thoughts went straight to day drinking. Because lets be honest beautiful days were created for day drinking. But I decided to do something positive for my body and took the pup on a 4 mile run/jog/walk.

I cleaned a bit, did laundry, then camped my happy ass on my back porch with a vodka, grapefruit and lime juice cocktail. It was bliss. That night I was celebrating one of my girlfriends birthdays so another girlfriend came over early to chit chat and drink and basically love our life’s. Both of our men were together at the shit show of blacked out grown men boys. And we couldn’t be happier. Before the party had even started we were laughing and pouring and re-pouring, until we realized we had practically finished the bottle of vodka ( no judgment please, we’ve all been there).

It was one of those perfect nights, with a perfect combination. No matter what you say, 82 degree weather + vodka + girlfriends = a little slice of Heaven.

So even thought I was happy to see my husband drag his -way to old to drink that way ass -through the door, I won’t get my feelings hurt the next time he decides to leave me alone in an empty house and a bottle of vodka.

Just sayin………