Smelling like home...

I love spending Sundays smelling like home. Because :
- no one touches the remote except me
- no one comes near me
- no keeping time, no watches
- my Sunday's packed to the brim as is

Like I said to TCP of dinner the night before, the only way I can keep relating to having a husband, is to keep referring to him as "my husband". End of comment.

I woke up on Sunday, earlier than planned. Watched my CSIs at noon. And crawled back into bed. I couldn't sleep. I gave up after an hour. Still smelling like home, I went into the living room. I think I scared my mom away. She left me alone.

I put on my Sex & The City DVD Season 6. And continued. Continued with my obssession with Carrie's life.
Right about this point, Berger came into her life. Berger didn't matter. He was like every corner. And Big. Big called Carrie every so often. When he was teeing off, when he was in his hot tub, when he was in bed and couldn't sleep. And you think Berger couldn't get away fast enough. Try Big. He flew 3,000 miles away from Carrie.

Right about the part where Berger broke up with Carrie on a piece of Post-It... I couldn't watch anymore. I had to turn it off. Berger wasn't the one. He wasn't the one anyway, no matter how Carrie was trying. He didn't appreciate Prada. But at least he didn't insult her Roberto Cavalli outfit. I didn't care much about Berger anyway. But it was how insulting it was to Carrie that he wasn't man enough to break up with her face to face, but on a Post-It? That's it. What little I feel of the Berger-Carrie thing, completely gone.

At 11pm, I was showered and ready for the kick-off. It's going to be great! (as usual, great expectations lead to great disappointment)

I watched the race at 1 am, half-heartedly. With one eye closed. Kimi started 3rd from grid. By the first turn, he's already up a place. And before I receive another note on my desk from Jason Lai the niggah, I didn't fall asleep while watching the race. I only had one eye closed. The Red Menace is back! Done superbly well. I couldn't ask for a better race.

Goes to show, with trying to be half-hearted about it, one eye closed, I got a better race than I could ever ask for. Kimi didn't smash into the wall of champions, his spoiler didn't fly off, his engine didn't blow up. What else. Small hiccups during pit-stop, but hey, we got your engine started again. And finished on podium. And rightfully so, and The Red Menace put up a good fight. He deserves to be on podium.

As usual, my loyalty is with Kimi. My money's always with Alonso. That, cannot go wrong.

Lesson to learn, don't fall asleep watching the race. Keep one eye open so Kimi won't crash.

And, stay at home. No one appreciates it more than you do.