
Just woke up.
Mr. D sent me home last night with two HUGE Ziplock bags of leftovers. One of which is (get this) beans. I mean, there's really nothing funnier than beans in a baggie. Big D made them for her fam's party. Usually it's what her sister makes, but her sister was asked to make something else. They had pineapple, and ground mild kielbasa meat. They really were good, and she made them. I've decided that if I ever get my own place *sighs* I need a crock pot. But, I just had a plate of chicken fingers and ham (and dam is the ham yummy, I need to find out where they get it and direct my mother there *evil grin* her ham has too much fat in it.) I'm going to resteal the Diet Pepsi in the fridge. I say resteal, because I stole it last weekend, and replaced it. The replacement is still there, so I'm stealing it again. Although I should really make coffee, D's other sister gave me Dark Chocolate Godiva biscotti, and I'm DYING for one, but I need GOOD coffee to go with it.
it's totally quiet in the house. Even my freaking neighbors aren't making any noise. THIS is my favorite time, when everyone leaves me alone and I can CHOOSE what to do. I don't mean my friends, although pretty much everyone has family obligations today. Personally, I usually have enough of the fam by, well, now *grins* and I really want to go out. This year, tho, I have to work tomorrow, and gay night at ManRay doesn't have the pull needed to get me out of the house today. I'm going to clean my room, and do some laundry. Fear me, for I was SLOTH! and now I must pay *laughs* Seriously, I've been waiting for today for two weeks - when I have no other obligations, and NOONE is home.
D's newest nephew, Daniel, is the most fragile baby I've held since Major Kira. And he absolutely terrified me. I'm such a freaking guy. Plus I kept saying, regarding my other friend, the one I call my "Catholic friend" who questions my very existence because I have no problem sleeping around *grins* "You know, I didn't get a card from J? I really think she refuses to acknowledge me now, since she's successful/married (The two things are one, if you're not married you've failed somehow) and I'm an unmarried, miserable spinster. I MUST be miserable since I'm not married. And you know, I'm not." it was holding the baby that made me realize, you know, I AM totally comfortable with this. I don't WANT kids - there are enough for me to play with when I get my maternal instinct flareups. I don't WANT a husband unless he's "just right" I'm not willing to settle simply to be married (J got lucky, she ALMOST settled before she met her husband, C. C is awesome, I love him. HE doesn't treat me the way she does. She almost married a guy who verbally abused her, simply to be married. That's scary.) I'm not putting down marriage - I know enough people who are happy. it's just not for me.
J's head would have exploded. *grins* D, another of her sisters R, and her cousin and I were the only ones left awake (except for her OTHER sister ME, who was wrapping for her brood. D has 5 sisters and a brother. And all of her parent's siblings have the same. That house is a NIGHTMARE to loners like me, especially since I don't know anyone. Except one aunt I worked with, and one aunt I went to dinner at her house. I shall always be "D's friend who came to dinner, Easter, right?" *laughs* R has a crappy boyfriend, and then a medical scare. I can tell she's going to go a bit wild now. She said so last night "Life's too short to have fear, or regret."
I think, for the next year, like my horoscope says, I need to be without fear, or regret.
Ok, there are brownies waiting for me, and a stolen soda, then I have to get moving on my laundry. I'm almost out of undies. *sighs* I need to ask for a paycheck, so I can finish some things, pay off all my bills, and have some money to buy more underwear, and all the toiletry products I need for tax season. There's nothing like running out of shampoo and being UNABLE to get more, since you have no time.
Wheee, but tax season doesn't start for another week or so. *boing*