Hell Yeah....

That was my exact reaction, word for word, when I opened the mail box this afternoon and found a new InStyle Special Makeover Edition just sitting there waiting for me. It was the only thing in the mail box... no bills, no junk mail, nothing, just a delicious new magazine for me to pillage. It was shaping up to be quite a nice night.

You see, Joe already had plans to go see Batman with "the boys" so I was fully prepared for a night at home, alone with the dogs. Once the magazine came I knew I had to make it an even better night and crack open the bottle of wine that's been sitting in the wine rack for weeks now. I threw dinner in the oven, popped the cork, changed into my most comfy pajama pants and found the sweetest spot on the couch.

One of my favorite reality shows, How to Look Good Naked with Carson Kressley, just returned for it's second season and I had the first episode on DVR so I turned that on while I waited for dinner to be ready. I love that show. They bring on women who have self-esteem and body issues and help them to realize that they're not ugly, fat hags like they think but they are beautiful, strong, and sexy women. Its a great show but it always makes me cry. Seeing the change that those women go through is wonderful.

After the show was over I made myself a plate and settled into my magazine. Dinner was a plateful of Publix brand pizza rolls... because they go so well with red wine.... totally classy. Unfortunately for me, and my fresh magazine, after two and a half glasses of wine I'm much more interested in spilling my drunk guts out to strangers on the internets than I am in learning how to "make myself over" with the help of InStyle magazine. Let me ask you this, why does it take $600 shoes to be my most fabulous self? I think the writers of InStyle have lost all touch with reality. Have they seen the state of the economy lately? I wish magazines would offer more economic options for those of us who can't afford to prance around in designer labels everyday. I live in Titusville for Heaven's sake, not Milan.

Anyway, for now its back to the couch and maybe a few old episodes of Sex and the City. I'm halfway through my third glass of wine, Lord help me, so I've probably only got 45 minutes to an hour before I crash out anyway. Here's to alone time, magazines, and girly TV!! Oh, and wine.