Home Alone ...with New Wicker F*cker

So all the boys at blither blather headquarters are camping this weekend. Which means...yup, you guessed it! I AM HOME ALONE!!! But y'all it's never as romantic as you picture it. I actually had to go the gas station myself...AND PUMP MY OWN GAS!!! And we all know that's man work. Sigh... It is soooo irritating trying to figure out which side of the car the gas tank is on. Also the cat was annoying the damn dog in the early AM hours by walking near him (and breathing his air) so I had to fuss at them for getting on each other's nerves at 4:23 AM, then Murph (the good child) insisted on going outside like he was going to pee on the carpet any second, even though he and I both knew he just wanted to chase rabbits, so I got up to let him out...and then discovered there's no dogfood, dammit!... and that's Mr B's job, so there will be a grocery run in my future... and dang it! I next notice that the catbox is full... And did I say that Mr B was camping this weekend??? Sigh... but on the good news front: I did spend $12.25 at my friend's mother's yard sale!!! I got a giant wicker f*cker of a basket, 2 monkey pillows, a brass elephant picture holder, red mixing bowls, a chicken cookie cutter, and a set of mini alaphbet cookie cutters. I am absolutely ecstatic about my treasures. But I am sure Mr B is gonna be a little confused/irritated about the giant wicker f*cker taking up half the kitchen counter... But I am sure he can deal with it. Since I did pump my own gas this weekend.