Me Time

Half hour, forty-five minutes at the most. That's how much alone time I am going to get today, and it's the first since Sunday. In three hours and fifteen minutes, it's me time. Yes, I am counting down the minutes.

The houseguest currently lays asleep on the couch, merely ten feet away. It's not easy to try and type quietly. No new irritations to talk about really, knock on wood. I moved the stash and he hasn't said a word. Good. He still seems to get more use our of our 360 then we do, staying up all night to play then sleeping all day to limit the free reign of my own house. He even told someone that "we" rented a game, not "they" (the hubby and I) rented a game. Over four hundred bucks invested and not one red cent his, I hope in the future he remembers that. Oh yeah, I figured out a way for him to no longer steal my glory on video games. (Something I am sure he is still oblivious to.) I got my own gamertag. My own name to save stuff under instead of the hubby's. The houseguest can do whatever he wants to the hubby's account, but he better not touch mine. If he screws me again, I don't think I will be able to keep quiet about it, and really, why should I? With "Mrs." in the name, I'd hope that would discourage him anyway. I already have more gamerpoints then Tall, hell yeah!

Fluent in MySpace and CraigsList but dyslexic when it comes to anything else computer related, Sassy still hasn't made any effort towards our joint blog. I may have to wait until she comes over and set it up for her. Blogger isn't that difficult dammit, but then again, this girl didn't know what Amazon.com was until a few months ago when I told her. (Which unfortunately for Tall led to her discover eBay and brand name purses at discount. Brand name purses? Really? I think I have only ever used ones I made myself.)

Down to three hours now!

All this build up, you would think I had something interesting planned for my me time. Vacuuming is hardly interesting unless you know something I don't.

The houseguest is the hubby's relief at work, again, hence my alone time. It's the little window between when the houseguest leaves and the hubby gets home. It's me and the hubby's first night alone since Saturday, can you guess what that means? I'm guessing I don't have to tell you, ha! I know, I know, too much information. Like I've said before, I hang around guys too much, it seems almost obligatory to make certain kind of jokes. So a priest, a rabbi and a republican walk into a bar...

On a final note here, I'm so glad to have my doppelganger back! I missed you so! I hope you enjoy my new blog and get a good insight into Sassy once she finally posts. Oh yeah, and hi to Uncle Chuck! So nice to see you visiting every so often and not being scared away for one reason or another. I have readers! I'm so proud. My little blog circle of friends. It gives me purpose I tell ya!

Love you all!
(Yay! Just over two and a half hours to go!)