Just For Me

Lately it feels as if my alone-time cup time hath runneth completely dead and dry. I've been dreaming about giant bubbles that I crawl into and escape from the rest of the world. Today I was feeling a definite need to spoil myself, but I only had about an hour and a credit card that might work. So I took a chance and went down to the bookstore in search of a specific book, and luckily for me, they had exactly what I was looking for. Luckier still, my credit card didn't embarrass me.
I felt stupidly guilty buying myself a brand new book. A hardcover no less. Usually I prefer an old, used paperback for 50 cents from a secondhand store. I hate thinking about a book being read only once and by only one person. I love a book that's been around and seen some action. But the book I was craving wasn't available in paperback yet, and couldn't be found in the used section, so a brand new hardcover it was. Step one in spoiling myself.

Encouraged by the cooperative mood of my little plastic friend, I decided to blow my calorie watching and get one of those fucking awesome sandwiches at my favorite place. (Where were you Miss Lora? I called.) And just because I was feeling so, I don't know, Donna or something, I decided to try a new tea. I'm glad I did. It was perfect. Steps two and three accomplished.

When I got back to the office, I felt like there was still something else I needed, but I didn't quite know what it was. As I got out of my car and started walking towards the door, the vision of sitting at my desk with these new treasures suddenly felt like impending gross misconduct. So I turned around and went back to sit in my sunshine warmed, silver bullet momma van. Addendum step four, complete.

Now let me tell you what I learned about 4 minutes later.

An hour reading a brand new book, all ALONE in my car, while eating slightly warmed proscuitto and brie on Sonoma French bread, is almost as good as a few hours at the spa.

Actually, it might even be better.