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I am a convict, having escaped from the tree lined streets and nearly identical mini-estates of suburbia. I told my mom I had to get away. I told her that I’d like to sleep in my own bed and also avoid an hour-long commute each way to work. What can I say; I am much too used to the fact that it takes exactly eleven minutes to travel from my doorstep to the parking garage.

But even more important, I needed to see this boy. Don’t tell my mom that, she would be upset that I abandoned my family two days after Christmas for a silly man. He is a nice one though. We watched one of my favorite movies, Requiem for a Dream, and I ruined just about every moment of it by making comments about Jennifer Connolly’s eyebrows and her obnoxious blue nail polish.

We played cute, which is what I am good at. He left this morning at my favorite hour, 6am. Usually I do not like sleepovers, I like my bed to myself but this was somehow okay. After he had gone, I made a gigantic pot of coffee to compensate for the four hours of sleep that somehow went missing. Then I laid my pretty little head back on the mountains of pillows and cycled in and out of consciousness until 6:28am. I made some fantastic French toast with the aid of George Foreman (and you thought the lean mean fat grilling machine was only good for hamburgers!) Black black black coffee plus French toast were enjoyed in front of the morning traffic report while I lounged in my underwear. Ohh lucky neighbors, if only you awoke before noon.

By 7am I was in the shower, after which I prettified and corporate-ified myself and was out the door by 7:30am and at work at precisely 7:41am. Just in time for a second round of caffeine and fashion blogs.

Best Tuesday EVER.

Over this past weekend I had a craft explosion. I made millions of pretty things like earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. Well one of the bracelets turned out to look like something my grandmother might wear to Sunday brunch and the VFW, but that is okay. I also made some thank-you cards to send out for Christmas gifts received, even though I have no intention of mailing them. What can I say, I make it a point to defy social norms as often as possible.

My momma bought me a cookbook so I might have to invest some time in the expansion of my culinary skills over the next few weeks. This probably means I will have to use the oven at my house and I will no longer be able to brag about my reliance on George Foreman, the microwave, and my coffee maker.

One day I will be a domestic diva and I can hardly wait!