for the last weekend that the boyfriend is out of town i played the part of a “single girl” and spent my sunday night in a bubble bath. i now get why girls are so into bubble baths. i feel like i’m wrapped in warm, fuzzy kittens. moisturizing, flower-scented kittens. i spent my bath drinking a
fat tire and reading a book about
mormon fundamentalists, though, so as not to seem too bridget-jones-y. the cats perched just outside the tub challenged my cred, but i can’t really knock bubble-bath taking cat ladies right now. it’s a good life.
7 months ago