|when the boys are out|

last night, i put madeline to bed, paid some bills, and then wondered what to do with myself.... matt decided to crash on the future groom's couch for the night (smart idea). i imagine that the planning of the bachelor party turned into a pre-bachelor party.... drunk video-game playing. but no lechery -at least no live lechery. ha.

so, what does a gal do on a night like that?

talk on the phone with jessie, have some wine, make a giant bowl of pasta with olive oil and garlic, blog, and stay up until 1:30am watching "transvestite wives" on the dvr.

i guess that's probably what i did as a single person... it's a miracle i ever got married. i'd probably still be doing that to this day if i hadn't met matt.

matt hates watching the shows i record on the dvr. he refuses to watch them with me -they are mostly about transexuals, gays, and morbidly obese people. well, in more general terms, they are shows about people's relationships with their sexuality and with food. matt calls them my "fatties and queers" shows.

and the giant bowl of pasta is my equivalent of a giant bowl of ice cream. serious indulgence -very, very bad for the waistline.

if you'll notice, i haven't mentioned the gym in a long time... but it's not for the right reason. that bowl of pasta might push me back to that sweaty dungeon, though.