A Popsicle and a Dream

Ahhhh, finally, nothing to report. I'm heading in for a popsicle and a dream. That's what I told Sanity as I signed off to bed last fine bitter cold evening. I went to hang with the gals last night for an evening of sharing kissing techniques and reading from old personal passages. The Karaoke Queen and Sanity, my therapy. Oooh, the bliss of good girl time and the sober and subdued act of crawling into bed and not caring if there were someone there with me. Being single certainly has it's perks. And last night, my cat was grateful that I was home. God love psycho kitty, the obsessively hygenic feline that takes after her mother (moi) in the gotta-be-clean department. She can warm my feet anytime. Is this pathetic? No, it's zen.