eating mac & cheese oh yes i'm eating mac & cheese i think i like it!

I backed out of a camping trip with Ben and the Boys (more on them later), and while I've enjoyed watching "Real Simple" and "Everyday Food" (two PBS shows to which I have an inexplicable and nerdy devotion) without Ben's derisive snorts at the segments on organizing your gift wrap, I'm mulling a plan to show up for the second night at the cabin.

But that probably won't happen because I don't have a reliable car. Plus, it's good to have a night alone once in a while that gives me a taste of what I'd be doing if I were single. So what am I doing?

Poring over my husband's profile on Facebook.

Funny how it gives me the same giddy, nervous feeling I once had when we started our courtship over Friendster, as I pondered the tone of my next message - flirty or informational, revealing of the fact that I had memorized his profile or full of calculated ignorance?

Or maybe I'm just thrilled by the fact that I'm eating Stouffer's macaroni and cheese and not a steaming bowl of lentils for the first time in two weeks, and am about to watch last week's episode of LOST, this time without human interruption.