My decadent evening. In this retelling, I will count the number decadent instances.

I got off work and drove (1) home, with a quick stop at an ATM. Why did I need cash? Well, I decided a couple days ago to buy a table (2) so that I would have somewhere to eat when I move. I found a lovely dining room table (with a leaf and everything! 3) on Craigslist, and the owner of it even agreed to deliver it here (4), which means I didn't have to borrow my parents' car. He was cute (5). He insisted on carrying everything (6). He requested less money for the table and delivery than the ad stated as the price for the table. (Not decadent, I guess, but certainly awesome.)

I worked out. This is sort of anti-decadent, but whatever. It's part of my evening.

I took a bath (7) with vanilla epsom salts (8) while reading (9) and listening to music (10). After soaking for a while, I exfoliated or something with the yummy-smelling sugar scrub I got for Christmas (11). In case you're curious about my reading, I started on In Defense of Food, by Michael Pollan, which I've been vaguely meaning to read for years. Did I mention that I live and work within walking distance of a library (12)?

OK, so that last one's a stretch, but I'm at least eleven instances of decadence and it's not even 8:30. Just imagine-- I could have some hot cocoa, or watch a movie, or go to bed early, or...

So many options (13)!