I got married and became more single than ever before.  I don’t have kids, so I’m not a single mom…I suppose some would call me a single wife.

Poor Kyle had better know I love him.

He’s on the road again [without me this time] and he took my laptop.  Which he probably won’t even have occasion to use, and how annoying is that?  Very annoying.  On top of which, if I’m going to update my blog at all, it means I have to type on a keyboard that is so stiff I might as well be chiseling each letter out of stone. And it’s really hard stone, too–not that soft limestone garbage.

On his way out, I was moping because (fill in the blank.  It’s August, so it could have been anything).  In an effort to cheer me up, he said, “Why don’t you do something adventurous to pass the time while I’m gone?  Live it up!”

In another life I would have taken that to mean, “Camille, take your credit card to New York City and live the Meg Ryan dream.”

But in this life, I simply went grocery shopping.

However, I went grocery shopping and pretended I was a yuppie [becoming a yuppie is, incidentally, my lifelong dream] and took my own reusable grocery bags and bought fresh herbs (since the ones in my garden are unbelievably pathetic) and I purchased four things I would have never bought if I wasn’t feeling so indulgent:

And BioSilk Silk Therapy.  Not much to say except that if you don’t have it or have never used it, you might as well die an old, embittered spinster.  Poor Kyle will be so shocked at how nice I look when he gets home–I might even put on a bra for the occasion.

And I would have bought that new Stephanie Meyer book, but I was too excited to go home and make pesto with my shiny new basil from Safeway™, so I’ll have to save the reading extravaganza for Poor Kyle’s next trip.

Come to think of it, this single-wife way of life might not be so bad.