I've got chicken marinating in buttermilk and everything else prepped and ready for cooking. There's kindling and tinder in the wood stove just waiting for a match to set it alight. I freakin' swept and vacuumed and did laundry. This house could not BE any cozier nor more welcoming, and yet my sweetie bailed on me 'cause his D&D game is running long.
I am totally going to have a glass of wine and curl up with the kitties and eat salad and English muffin pizzas and read comic books. Just see if I don't.