In the ghetttooooooooooo

Yes, folks, I am drinking chocolate milk in a wine glass. This is solely because I am too lazy to actually wash one of my ever-so-suave free McD's Disney glasses. It looks like it should be a chocolate martini, but alas, it's regular old chocolate milk.

WAIT! I have some Godiva liquor.

Holy everything that is righteous....that is better. I added some Godiva, a splash of Svedka, a touch of cream, and a few more ice cubes. I do believe this now approaches an almost official Chocolatini. It's still in a wine glass though, so my ghetto status remains.

Okay, anyhoo. I haven't had a chance to update the blog in a few days, because I was busy moving into my new divapad. I love the new place. Boxes abound, organization has not begun, but still, this place already feels like home. It's so nice to be able to do laundry and wash dishes in my fancy schmancy dishwasher. I truly take nothing for granted. Those are things that genuinely please me now.

The boys seem to be adjusting nicely. Mr. M. is sitting on the back of the sofa now, looking regal as always. Little J. is somewhere, likely perfecting the art of chewing or clawing.

I am just taking it easy tonight. Sweetie is spending the night at home, too, which is okay. I am getting better at being by myself, slowly but surely. I even confronted one of my big fears yesterday. I stopped at the store where Ex's mom shops. I know she's there all the time, and for that reason I avoid it like the plague (even though it is literally on my way home from work).

Yesterday, in the interest of time and avoidance of the nasty weather, I went there. I had an epiphany of sorts. "Why am I avoiding this woman when it was her son that cheated on me? I have nothing to be ashamed of," I thought. And then I shopped with my head held nice and high. Of course I didn't run into her. Now that I've broken the barrier, so to speak, I'll probably run into her when I am looking all unkempt and beat. I looked put-together yesterday, damnit. I looked, "I'm way past that stupid divorce and so happy now" cute. And still, the gods didn't shine on me and let me run into her.

They're making it up to me now, though, thanks to my little Chocolatini. Okay, back to my good book. OOH, and The Bachelor is on in an hour. Sweetness!