Not Single

I have been teased by my betrothed for calling myself "single" in my last entry. For T, I will issue a correction. I am *not* single, but when my fiancé lives in California and my roommate isn't home, I live alone, and I am reminded of my single summer in Philadelphia, when I pretty much survived on tuna salad sandwiches, scrambled eggs, and Ben & Jerry's.

Would I choke down several chocolate-iced cupcakes in quick succession in T's presence? Probably. But I'd feel a little more chagrined than I do when there's nobody but the cats to witness my poor eating habits.