all i really want

I don’t think Island Boy understood why I left the beach early today so I could come home and give myself a mani/pedi. It wasn’t just the nail polish that lured me away, it was the promise of an empty house and total peace and quiet, too. Plus the beach was BORING today…yes, it’s true…the beach can be dull. Who knew?!

Quite possibly the best album ever to help get over being screwed by a guy.
Quite possibly the best album ever to help get over being screwed by a guy.

So home I went. Just me and the menagerie of dogs and cats for the whole afternoon/evening. One pedicure later, I’ve listened to the entire CD of Jagged Little Pill as loud as I could stand it (no singer has ever done “angry, bitter woman” better than Alanis Morissette…wow did JLP get me through a few tough years in the 90s), lit every candle I could find and am about to pour a glass of white wine. And it has been divine. Just what I needed.

Sometimes a girl just needs a girl’s night in. In her own space. Alone.

At least for another 30 minutes…Island Boy just called. He’s on his way home.

SaveSave

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this blog post. Share away, island lover!