Piggysnoot

You know you’re no longer single and therefore have no one to impress, when:

It’s Friday night and you’re snuggled in a blanket (bra-less, of course) on the couch watching a tivo-ed Dr. Phil episode at 8pm…thankful that the baby is asleep…and that your husband doesn’t want to use the TV to watch baseball…knowing full well that you’ll both be asleep by 10pm. And you know what? You don’t care. In fact, topping it off with a slice of that red velvet cake in the fridge makes it the perfect evening ever.