Married but lonely.... really?

I am home most days, looking forward to the trip to the grocery store because it serves two purposes: one, I get to leave my house without feeling guilty about wasting gas in this crazy economy with crazy expensive gas prices that continue to rise with no income of my own to speak of; and two, I get to shop. Unadulterated, unabashed shopping. I don't have to scour ads for deals because I rarely buy foods that have a manufacturers coupon. I get to buy what I want, when I want with little to no explanation and justification to my rightfully-so penny pincher of a husband.

So, yeah, I'm bored. I still avoid the housework, even though it would certainly give me something to do, it doesn't quite provide the type of stimulation I would prefer. So I spend time looking for and applying for work online. Then, after three hours of job search, I spend about eight hours surfing - the net. Just researching random data I always wanted to know, new stuff I just heard about, cyber browsing shoes I fantasize about purchasing for a new job that does not seem to be in my immediate future. I just surf. I am bored.

But, I am not lonely. So why, oh please WHY, am I receiving solicitation emails for "cougardating" (I am neither a cougar nor dating) and "Married but lonely, company for housewives" (I am bored, but not THAT bored). How does cyber-browsing Zappos (I LOVE Zappos!), cyber-house hunting, cyber vacation planning translate to "lonely housewife not getting any"? Those cyber-spiders and crawlers and all sorts of creepy names, have miscalculated the data associated with my email address. If it wasn't so boring, I'd think it funny.

I am bored, but also, given it is getting late into the evening, I am tired. So, I need to finally get around to my most pressing chore and finally load the dishwasher, cause the only crawlers I am willing to deal with are of the cyber variety.