Exhibit A – I once had to spend a Friday afternoon by myself at work:

This is super sad.  I really, really hate being alone.  Maybe it’s because I am home alone so often, but I really do not appreciate my alone time as I should.  I don’t have kids, or many responsibilities for that matter, so I really just haven’t come to appreciate being alone.  I am sure in a few years or so, I’ll really love my me time, but for now, I want to be surrounded.  Maybe it’s a need to feel loved?  Maybe it’s because I was NEVER alone as a kid and as a result never fostered that imagination gene, but I really don’t think I am very good company.

No wonder I tagged that entry with the word “pathetic.”

I would like to express my newfound okay-ness with spending time alone.  After having an overwhelming amount of house guests two weekends in a row, I look forward to my next weekend alone.  That is not to say I will be happy to have Brad away for 10-hour workdays on Saturday and Sunday.  This is also not to say that I don’t LOVE having house guests.  I really, really do.  There is something special about people coming to Reno to see my life, our life, in our cute little home nestled just southwest of downtown.

Last weekend, for Brad’s graduation, among many of Brad’s family members in town, my dad stayed in our guest room.  On top of this, my sister was also moving out of the dorms and into a new place.  It was a busy weekend.

This weekend, my good friend Margarita stayed with us, while my mom stayed at the Atlantis.  Now, while my sister is moving out of her new place and into a different new place, she’s crashing with us.  [Leah, if you're reading this, which you're probably not, I <3 having you stay with us and please don't hurry out!]

As I said, I love having anyone (within limits) stay with us.  But that was pretty condensed, I’ve got to say.  Since I have to work on Saturday, I look forward to a Sunday of housework, laundry, solo bike rides, tv and absolutely no feeling sorry for myself.  And maybe even a little gardening if we have a finished planter box by then:

Planter box we** are building

**I use the term “we” loosely because all I’ve done is hand Brad screws or hold things steady while he saws/drills things.