I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
Sunday night. TCB is on the chaise across the room from me and I'm a happy girl. He's been at his mom's since Wednesday night and it's sort of given me a preview of what it will be like to have him half a world away. I don't like it. What am I going to do? What am I going to do with my boyfriend half a world away for three years???
And, with that, I give you the Top Five Things I'll Do With Myself While TCB is in Japan:
1. Learn to ski (I've always wanted to)
2. Become one of those Yoga Girls (in three years I should be able to twist myself into a pretzel, right?)
3. Figure out how to integrate Dave and Abby with Harry and Sally (TCB actually suggested giving H&S to someone else tonight in the car - hello? They're my cats, too!)
4. Watch Alcott graduate from high school and start college (must not even think about the year they'll both be gone)
5. Continue working to love myself so that I can truly love someone else (intimacy is tough when you can't stand parts of yourself and can't figure out why anyone else would either)
Or I could just spend three years eating Chunky Monkey ice cream.
