Home Alone

I have been living alone this week while Noah is sunning himself with his family in Newport Beach. A double dose of vacation? What a life!

Sadly, I've been back to work for four days, rising at five and setting at nine. I've had chips & salsa for dinner every night; Noah is the cook in the Audrey Onassis household (he makes four meals- which is four more than I make). In between staring into an empty fridge and using his expensive conditioner, my mind has been working over thoughts like these: "Why does my boyfriend have two spools of floss and a bag of fifty flossers but half an inch of dust in his bathroom?...Hmm...he must have been the one taking out the recycling this whole time...I am so hungry...What did I eat that year I lived alone? Why is he the only one who knows how to use the rice maker? Where is the rice maker?"

Anyway, I am picking him up from the airport tomorrow (hooray!), but before then I have some serious work to do. Three weeks of slumming it abroad call for three hours at the beauty salon, no? Also, I really should move those boxes of cat food and litter away from the front door.