O, The Joy of Being Alone

The husband won’t be here for tonight – at least I don’t know when he’ll be coming home, but I’d say after 10 pm is a good guess.
So, I plan to spend the evening eating various kinds of gross food while doing things that won’t make the world a better place to live in and not feel guilty about it at all.

Maybe I’ll later tell you what exactly the gross food was, for now, let’s just say I start with some milky drink called „Wintertraum Bratapfel mit Zimt – Nussgeschmack“ (I think the use of the hyphen is not 100% correct here, for an orthography freak like me it looks awfully wrong) which translates roughly to Winterdream Grilled Apple with Cinnamon – Nut Flavor.

Cheers to early Christmas feelings.