Alone time.

It was supposed to be our weekend "alone." No phones (well we knew I'd keep mine on but the rule was to only answer calls from my children), no laptops, no iPod (cries!), no outside influences.

Just us.

Here's the thing: that's kind of impossible. Inevitably, he'll have last minute work to do, I have a ridiculous amount of twittering homework to do and I suffer from iPod separation anxiety.

Plus, I had to work, unexpectedly, Saturday morning.

And then he was well into his workaholic mode (you really have to catch him at daybreak to drag him away or wear "fuck me" boots and nothing else and since it was post daybreak (aka noontime) he was in the "zone."

So I started in on some tweeting and blogging and photo editing/ tagging homework.

At 9pm last night he was finishing up and I was swearing at Photoshop. This is when he packed us up for today.

We were disconnecting from the world.

At a time not destined for coherent thought (6am) we set off for a coastal destination. I like coastal.

I like my iPod. It was allowed to make the music for our 1.5 hour drive. (I always find a way.) I also have been known to be impossible to deal with without strong coffee in excessive amounts. Particularly when I'm expected to be awake before say, noon. So I was given said caffeinated deliciousness. I had it all; coffee, my boyfriend iPod, and the guy I may have something more than a crush on. (You know I love you.)

I'm kind of allergic to sunlight. By this I mean, when I go out in it I not only wear SPF 3billion, I am fully dressed head to toe, even on 100 degree days. This is to prevent a night of shivering whilst having the feeling your skin is searing off as well as avoiding unneeded nausea and a migraine. I also try to stay out of the direct sun from about 11-1. It's like drinking: you can't drink a bottle of gin and then expect to make it the whole night at that pace. You hydrate and slow the fuck down. It's a marathon, not a race. In this marathon we sit out those hours to avoid the ramifications similar to drinking a bottle of gin in under 37 minutes.

Anyway.

So during those 2 hours we were shopping. Mostly, I was looking at shoes. I go through shoe "phases" and right now I'm hell-bent on finding the perfect pair of clogs. Not just any clogs, but actual Scandinavian make-your-feet-happy clogs. Painted, if possible.

Sadly, I didn't find my dream clogs. (But that's okay because I totally have the internet and a lot of time on my hands to do homework so I will find them. Oh, yes. )

We had our day alone. It was completely wonderful. And now I'm going to put on those hooker boots go spend the rest of the evening with him.

He has an early flight tomorrow. Which means another early morning filled with ridiculously strong coffee in large amounts.