Full Moon

Okay, so maybe ya'll can help me with something. I have been without mah booski (aka Seth) for 21 days, not that I'm counting. And for some of you that may not seem like a lot but I haaaaaaaaate being without the boyfriend. Being without my amazingly awesome counterpart throws me into a tailspin. Speaking of tailspin, does anyone remember the show that's theme song went, "uh Duck tales, uh woo ooo! blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, uh Duck tales uh woo ooo…" Compeletely random, yes, but It's total what popped in my head when I wrote 'tail spin.'

Where was I? Ah, yes, tail spin (uh woo oo). Without Love I go bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s. Sorry, they just keep rolling off my finger tips. I really could just equate all the words I'm writing to songs all night long and be completely content but I'm certain ya'll wanna hear my story. Or maybe you don't. Either way I'll attempt to stop the madness, startiiiiing.now.

So, the point I'm trying to make by telling you that I miss Seth tremendously is that I find, now that I lived a whooping 21 days by my lonesome, I do some things that I even I find strange. Take tonight for instance, I totally had a conversation with myself while cooking dinner. Last night I danced like a mad woman in the shower and sang at the top of my lungs. I always sing in the shower but not like I did last night, even I have to admit that my performance last night was a bit out of control. I don't turn on the TV for days. I don't eat real meals for weeks. I redecorate things that I just hung up. I constantly paint - I went to work every day last week with paint on some part of my body because it just wont come off for a few showers. I practice my French aloud to Bear while doing random things around the house. I stay up 'til 430am, even during the week. 

My point is, I'm fairly dorky when the Hubs is home, but I'm like a million times more random/dorky/quirky with him away. Perhaps my biggest faux pas is that I walk around the house with zero fashion sense, I mean, this is mainly due to the fact that I'm constantly painting or doing some sort of project so I wear clothes that I don't mind ruining. So this evening, I was walking around the house with this over-sized shirt on, it fell sliiiightly past my butt, no biggie - right?! Well, I was so wrapped up in measuring a piece of wood (for a small project I'm doing) while simultaneously trying to catch up on Modern Family (love that show), all the while cooking my dinner (yes, don't faint, I actually cooked tonight) that I didn't think twice when I needed to get a tool out of the tool box, which is out in our storage room. The storage room connects to our balcony so obviously I had to go out to the balcony to get to the storage room. Are you following? 

Okay, it pains me to write this next paragraph but it's not gonna write itself so here goes…I walked out onto our balcony still wearing my oversized shirt, no biggie, it covers my ass (literally) so I didn't think twice about it, plus it was dark, we have palm trees partially blocking our balcony and we live on the second floor so the chances of someone seeing me are slim-to-none. In my head I saw myself opening the door of the storage room, grabbing my tool and getting back inside in a manner of seconds. Oh contrare. I opened the storage room and I couldn't find the tool. I went to flip the light on but another big ass heavy tool box was covering it up so I just grabbed the tool box I thought the tool I needed was in and set it on our balcony so that I could turn the balcony light to better find the tool. Without thinking, because I was still listening to the TV in the background and trying to remember my measurement ( I was mentally side-tracked basically)…so without thinking, I turned on the balcony light. Then, I bent over to dig for the tool. It wasn't until I heard a man's voice (couldn't make out what he said)  that I realized you're bending over you moron and you have no effing pants on, ass to the street and a dude just yelled up something to you...uuuuuhhh... I immediately stood straight up yelled "Oh my God, I'm sorry" without making eye contact and ran inside the house. I think he must've been diggin' my hot pink polka-dotted unmentionables because he yelled, "Don't apologize." 

I died.

Am I the only one this happens to - losing my mind when I'm solo for a few days? For all you single people (All the single ladies!!!! - sorry, couldn't resist some Beyonce) do you find yourselves doing similar things since/if you live alone? For my fellow wives that are without their hubbies now and again, do you too, have a complete seizure dance in the shower as if you're at a rave, and at the end of the night tell your dog, "Bonsoir, mon cheri" ? And do you unintentionally moon your neighbors? No? Just me? That's what I was afraid of.

Four more Days,

Lor