A lot of people complain about being single. Especially here. What people fail to realize is that there are a lot of great things about being single. I, for one, relish everyone of them. I don't excel at the whole relationship thing, but I am very good at being single. I take it like a champ. I may be one to complain every now and again about my single girl status but mostly that is because to me relationships are mainly not for the mushy-gushy feelings stuff more so than as an opportunity for utility.
It is cold, I need a boy so I will be warm.
I am hungry, I need a boy to buy me food.
My car is broken, I need a boy to fix it.
and so on.
Today was one of those days where you get into a situation and think, hmmm this would be a lot easier if someone else were here.
Case in point: zipping up a tight dress.
I know what you are thinking, it shouldn't be that difficult to do by yourself. Well, my friends, it is. Usually I have the roommates give a helping hand to coax along those last two inches that need to be closed, but today no one was at the house when I was getting all dolled up.
There were two options: I could either choose another more easily fastened dress or I could commit and prove to the world that I can do things on my own.
Folks, it was tough. I had to get creative. But inevitably I finished that outfit like it was my bee-otch and I looked smokin.
Who says that you can't do it alone?
Now all I have to do is train a cat to dial 911 and I'm all set.
Welcome to my life.