... the door is unlocked, and the house is dark....
... no one answers my "hullOOOO?"...
maybe they went to the store. they had said something about a sangria party at
... there's food on the stove in a pan...
is it leftovers for me?
i always have a tremulous fear of accidentally eating or doing something horrid.
not that they would kick me out of the house for eating leftover pasta.
so am i by myself for the evening? is anyone coming home? should i order pizza?
i'm so confused.
and i've just realized that i haven't peed once since LONG before i left for work today.
even after drinking two sodas and a big gulp.
could my uterus be preparing itself to pounce on me to eat me alive?
perhaps.