I never had much of a single life. I was in the same relationship from age 16 to 22. Sophomore in high school to senior in college. Like a fine wine, that relationship started to go sour immediately after opening. ZING! Then there was about a year before I accidentally fell in love with Josh, and shit, my single life ended.
So this week is the first time I've been on my own for a while, and I'll tell you, being single is WAY MORE FUN when you have a big checking account and no job. I've been out to dinners and lunches, and parties, I've done a little shopping, and tonight I went to my first trunk show.*
But, like with so much of life, it's the little things that stick with you. If Josh were home, and I made chocolate syrup, and it was almost gone but there was a little stuck all over the inside of the jar, I probably wouldn't have poured in milk, ice, and vodka and had myself a little party.
But Josh isn't home, now, is he?
*Speaking of which, go visit www.sushibib.com and buy some handmade, long-sleeved kimono bibs. Tara rules.