While I was standing under a stream of dangerously hot water this morning I realized that it really is the little things in life that matter most.

Like not having to freeze your ass of every morning when you move aside to let your partner have a turn under the shower head and, furthermore, not having to feel guilty when you demand your spot back before you permanently freeze in whatever awkward, heat-conserving position you've contorted your goosebump covered body into. I just can't imagine that being attrative... ever.

Anyway, my mood improved even more when I decided to just stand there and enjoy the scalding hot water instead of rushing to remove every tiny little hair from my legs. That's right... I'm covered in stubble. But hey, it's not like I'm getting any and in my opinion there should be laws against shaving your legs whenever it isn't absolutely necessary!

Last night was even better. I got home from work and was recieved by a happy looking little package containing my new thongs, each of which I loved more than the one I pulled out before it. Then, just when I was thinking my evening couldn't get any better, I opened the fridge and... low and behold: beer! The 12 pack I bought over a week ago was still there! Three left! Amazing! I like this buying-my-own-food-that-no-one-else-gets-to-touch gig. So what do I do? Well, being the mature adult that I am, I proceed to drink all three while taking great care to pop each of them open as I'm walking by Mr. Victim who was in his usual spot on my couch (ya, that's right my couch) in the living room. The only down side was that by the time I was done I was pretty messed up. I'd like to blame that on the fact that I hadn't had dinner but the truth is I'm totally a cheap drunk. It was right when the last beer was hitting me that I decide it was the perfect time to head to the store for some more underwear because, as adorable as my Victoria's Secret delivery was, I needed MORE! So I headed over to the local department store all by myself (yay!) and bought 4 more pairs which makes for a new record of 9 cute new thongs in 2 short days. I was feeling good!

So, naturally, when I got home the next step was to collect all my sexy thongs - old, new, dirty, clean, no room for discrimination here - and throw them in the washer so that I could hang them up to dry in the bathroom... arranged in rainbow order. No joke. I really did this. Then I left the bathroom door open so that Mr. Victim could see how much fun it is to have so many, not only cute but clean, undergarments just waiting to be worn. It was so pretty I almost took a picture and posted it on facebook but somehow managed in my still slightly buzzed state to think better of it - a decision I now regret as I would have been a great picture to post along with this anonoymous blog. Maybe I'll recreated it when I get home tonight...

All in all, the last 20 hours have been quite satifying.

3 points - Me
0 points - Him