Warm, clean and in anticipation of chocolate :)
Honestly, is there anything better? The last few weeks have been busy as hell, so I've been looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend, and as such, I figured I'd better get the inconvenience of other people out of the way on Friday night - so I just ejected The Boy from the premises, hee ;P Okay, no, it wasn't really like that - he'd been drinking at his office Christmas party and was in a cab on his way home, and he was going past my place anyway so he rung and we hung. I'd only had a couple of drinks so I was prepared to drive him home, and he was like, yeah, whatever works, I don't mind crashing here or sleeping on the couch if you like, to which I was all, um, SCUSE, no, because that would impose on my hermit-person ways. So we had particularly amazing sex, after which I drove him home - and now my weekend is my own again! I've said it once and I'll say it again, the post-sex shower is rather tits. In keeping with tradition, it was followed by uber-comfortable, hellaciously unstylish pyjamas, and I'm now ready for re-runs of either True Blood or Criminal Minds, and I'm thinking of warming up a choc-caramel cupcake and slathering it with cream. Seriously ... who wants some hulking, snoring beast of a man taking up space when the alternative is chocolatey, pyjama-clad, blissful solitude?