One mom’s dream night, another’s pitiful attempt at coping

My Friday evening purchases:

• Single serving of key lime pie, because I know myself well enough that were I to buy the entire pie I would eat the whole damn thing.
• A bottle of merlot with a super cute label.
• Some lame romance novel where all the characters are the same as every other time period ramance book.

My Friday evening:

• A glass of the wine.
• The pie.
• And now the book.
• No kids because they are their father’s for the weekend.

Though I suspect there is some lonely and desperate activities somewhere in the above descriptions, I’m in hog heaven.