The Sunday following the "night owl incident" found me with an entire day, all to myself. No errands to run, no coffee dates with the girlz, no dates, period. When I was single, my schedule was something to be reckoned with. There wasn't many an invitation that I'd turn down. Add to that my work schedule, my volunteer schedule and dating, I didn't have alot of time for "me" time. I found the only way to make sure I had time to do all the things I had to do, wanted to do and needed to do (like work in the downtime), I literally had to pencil into my calendar a day all to myself.

And I loved it.

Even now, though my life and schedule has changed, I still need my 'me' time and the only way I can get it in without feeling guilty (because you know, I have 2 hours, I should be "productive" or do something "important") is to put it in the schedule.

So that Sunday, was my "me" day, filled with at home spa treatments (manicure, pedicure, facial), catching up on the girlie mags (glamour, instyle, fitness, real simple (shut up)), and trying out new recipes.

One of my most favorite things to do is cook and bake and usually my me days involved some time spent in the kitchen. With no particular recipe in mind or craving to direct my culinary appetite, I stood staring at the food in my pantry waiting for inspiration to take hold.

Then it hit me. Cookies! I should bake cookies. Chocolate chip cookies.

Yes, cookies. Perfect. What are you going to do with 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies? The Banshee questioned, knowing my favorite recipe made way more tasty treats than one single girl could eat.

I could share them, I replied, knowing my only option was to bring them to work. Unless...

I could take some to Brandon!

Brandon? As in the guy you met on the bus? The axe murderer?

He's not an axe murderer. And that wasn't all just me, missy, I reminded The Banshee. Besides. He's new in town. It could be a welcome to the building surprise!

Oh, so now you're the welcome wagon? This is a bad idea, The Banshee stated firmly.

It would be a nice gesture, I mean, I did practically accuse him of stalking me and call him a liar about living in the building, I said, trying to justify and build support for this ridiculously bad idea of mine.

I knew The Banshee was probably right. What's the phrase? Don't shit where you eat? Ah yes, that's it. I was on the verge of doing just that...