When the boy is away. . . .

The Boyfriend is out of town for a few days to visit his family, which means I can turn on all the lights in the house and have conversations to myself, I can watch all the girly/trashy tv shows I want, and I don't have to listen to anyone calling me a lush when I polish off a bottle of wine by myself. Score!!

*For the record, I love The Boyfriend, but it's nice when he's away for a few days. I feel like we're becoming one of those annoying couples that wear matching sweaters and can finish each other's sentences.

An entire bag of "gourmet" chicken Parmesan that I don't have to share + bucket o' wine

Dessert!!!