All booted up and no place to go.....

Sigh...the lament of the single 48 year old gal. All the smug married are at home together eating Chinese and watching Braveheart while I sit here with my cheese and crackers resisting the urge to drink cause how stupid would it be to be hung over tomorrow with no good party under my belt. Sigh. Another lonely Friday night where all the fabulous people are busy and all the stalkers are circling. Ah, it's not all that bad...have a sappy romance novel...needed that after the newest John Grisham where 3/4's the way through the book I got so mad at John I threw the book down and started marching around the house yelling and screaming at the author. I got over it though. It's a sure sign of being single when you have a rip roaring fight with an author that doesn't even know you're alive. Also not a good sign when the telemarketer is trying to get off the phone with me. Sigh. Things will look up tomorrow cause tomorrow I have PLANS. My PLANS more than make up for a lonely single night cause once my PLANS are carried out all the smug married will be living vicariously through me. Ha!