One of the best perks of being married to Harry is getting to live with my best friend. While he's away for an extended period (in ALASKA, for example), of course I miss him and feel slightly as if I've lost my equilibrium. However, in the spirit of making the best of my temporary bachelorette status, I've come up with a short list of things that are pleasant about being alone (of course, these don't hold a candle to naked partner hijinks, movie marathons, or long walks to exotic Queens locales, but I'm striving to look on the bright side here). So, without further ado, I offer you the list of:
Things That Are OK about Being Harryless for a Couple of Weeks
1. More pillows.
2. Uncontested dominion over the remote control.
3. Bellydance Fest of 2006, performer: 1, audience: 0.
4. Gym attendance in the winter a.m. somewhat facilitated by absence of snuggly, warm male (presence of snuggly, warm, snoring kitty still significant obstacle).
5. Decrease in dirty clothes pile-up.
6. Apartment flatulence reduction of at least 75%.
7. Complete control of Netflix queue.
8. Increased hot water for leisurely shower.
9. Leftover spaghetti for lunch.
10. Notable absence of protest to Smiths/Morrissey playlists.
