Spring is in the air! Don’t you just love this time of year when the flowers are in bloom, birds are everywhere, and the weather is a little more stable? Puts a little pep in your step. Makes you love being single!

For our single-challenged married friends and readers, let me give you a peek into the mystical world of singledom for a better understanding of it’s elusive charm, and the joy of living alone. First stop, the American Idol shower competition. There is nothing that gets the day started better than stepping up to the shower head mic and belting out the chorus to “Mamma Mia.” My canine companion especially likes it when I do the Abba re-mix performance and throw in a little “Dancing Queen.”

Off to work – didn’t do the dishes? Unless Helga the Cleaning Fairy arrives, more than likely those dishes will still be there patiently waiting for you to return and give them proper attention.

Drinks with the co-workers at five o’clock? Sure! Need to call anyone for a kitchen pass…umm no! Enough said.

Back home in the evening, and cleaning the dishes from dinner, oh and the ones that Helga missed from breakfast, and…wait! Is that Dancing With The Stars coming on? Oh yes it is, and my ceiling fan has just turned into a disco ball! Dishes can wait, I must learn to successfully perform the fox trot in case I am chosen at random to showcase my superior skills in a prize winning competition. Canine companion makes an excellent partner!

Bedtime. This is the most beautiful, need I say, most purest of joys one can truly experience when single. That is…the middle of the bed. Yes, it is true. Single people get to sleep smack dab in the middle of their own beds, with all the pillows and covers surrounding them as if to make a great wall in order to ward off all bad spirits from the day, and sleep in the absolute lap of luxury.

And, what single bed is not complete without the one item that is coveted by men and women alike, that is the cause of many unresolved conflicts, and has led to our married friend’s main source of jealousy for the single life once again…the remote control.

Viva la Single Life. I rest my case.