When the cat’s away…

First solo adventure for me this weekend.

You know the old saying “when the cat’s away, the mice will play”? Well, Paul left us home alone and my proverb ended more like… the mice got together, binged Read Housewives and soaked in the pool all day. It was a quality weekend of me-time, with a the added bonus of only being a few minutes from Tip – after all, it’s way more satisfying to watching the feral OC housewives when you can do it over wine and homemade poke’ bowls.

I’m happy to report me and the dogs managed our tiny home on wheels just fine while Paul was away, but we were happy to have him back just in time to empty tanks and restock our fresh water. [For all those judging my passenger princess attitude: C’mon, it’s only been a few weeks… I’ll learn the nitty gritty eventually. He’s just really really good at it so why ruin a good thing?]