Home Alone

Firstly let me explain that the man and I are always together, we work in the same base, he drops me off at work. Then picks me up again we go home together. We go out together. Which is fine. So when he goes away its an event (such as tonight) that he's away. The house ALL to MYSELF! How exciting, I can watch porn or jump up and down naked not caring which bits wobble unmersifully. So excited, as Im sure you can imagine at the possabilities. I get home this evening.... And what do I do? Put on my oldest yoga pants (the black ones so old the knees have knees even when Im not in them) Sit on my lazy-boy, turn on T.V and pick my nose. I guess all that excitment made me tired. Perhaps a cup of tea and a lye down?...
I was watching a movie(...Rumour has it) and there is a bit and they say, life shouldn't just be a string of Thursdays otherwise what is there to look foward to. I think this is where my life is heading one half lived day after the other.