Jeff is off playing guitar with friends tonight. I didn't do much. I certainly didn't "chic out." Heh. Me? Never. What did I do?
I got a manicure and a pedicure.
I baked brownies that contain four sticks of butter, more than a pound of chocolate, and an entire package of Oreos.
I popped the cork on a bottle of prosecco, which I am sipping from my favorite Kate Spade "happy 34th birthday" champagne glass.
About a minute ago I considered putting on my pajama bottoms, the ones emblazoned with pink hearts, and then dancing around to ABBA or Air Supply, singing into a hairbrush, but a girl has to know when to cool it. (Otherwise known as her boyfriend and his friend might walk in the door any minute.)
Dinner? Haven't figured that out. I guess when the brownies are cool I'll decide between them and...uh...some cereal. Yeah.