My Curfew Was Extended

Last night, I telephoned my husband while I drove back to my hotel. He suggested that I postpone my return home until 4:30 p.m., which stretched my parole to almost forty-eight hours. I was gone from home for forty-seven glorious hours.

I watched two movies in the theater.
I shopped at two different outlet malls.
I ate dinner with a friend and we sat talking until she admitted she must pee or bust. Then we realized how late it was.
I stayed up very (very) late and slept in very (very) late.
I read a People magazine.
I came home with five new pairs of shoes, five new shirts, four new sweaters, a game for the kids, a book for my daughter, a pair of pants, an umbrella, a new comforter for our bed, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Movie reviews and an open letter to the Guy with the Triangle Hair Who Would Not Slouch later.