They have totally dope nail polishes! Next to the bungee cords. And candy.
Since I was (blissfully) holed up in my hotel room ALONE, I gave myself a mani.
I don’t know where that bruise on my hand came from, but let’s all say it togar, “OLD LADY MITTS!”
Oil pulling. I read about it about 30 minutes ago, suggested that Toad try it for Z, got shot down and then I did it myself. I am going to get to the bottom of the hype. If it results in just half of what they say, it would be WAY worth it. At least I think. So I’m trying it. I will swish with coconut oil one time a day for 20 minutes and I will report back to you, readers. No bias except that it MAY be good for something. Or not…
What is better than a pink dress? No dress and a pink polka dot shower cap. FYI.
And on a sad note- Tony’s day has come and gone. This is Gina giving him pastrami and cheese at the vet before the big moment. This is what he had to say: “I laughed, I cried, I ate pastrami and cheddar.” I told him I would pass his last thoughts on to my readers. It was sad. But more than sadness I have felt relief. For him, for me. He is now in a box in my kitchen. Soon he will be put in the closet with Tito and Len.
My baby boy- this dress/skirt thing is only picking up speed for him. Now he insists on not wearing pants with his dresses. We have allocated a selection of Hattie’s dresses and skirts for his use. He still tolerates a shirt under them, though he prefers just a dress. Can’t a boy just wear a simple dress? It’s getting harder and harder to find a picture to send to Natalie. She is bothered by the fact that he not only wears dresses- but that we allow it to the extent we do. Oh me.
And here are my two. I love time with my babies in my bed. Hattie is sharing her Penguin. Aw.
If you watch enough tv- like we do, you see advertisements for crap like lights that go in the bathtub. When I got them out to put them in the tub Hattie told me “This is the Best Day Ever.” That is second only to “You’re the Best, Mom.”
Who decided to name the language of the Philippines after a girl scout cookie? First Obama names the affordable care act after himself, now this.
It is all the same, you are so right! Folks, Frog does not remember the Paul loves Maisie scrolling on the computer. However, I do remember a founding artifact in Frog and Toad’s weird “Aren’t-We-So-Funny” world. The redbook (Frog’s) and the bluebook (Toad’s). These were our folders for science class; mine was red and hers blue. I don’t recall taking notes that pertained to science, but I do recall precious pages of jokes, laughs, drawings and just plain tomfoolery. Redbook was my favorite book in the 8th grade. And I don’t recall learning a lick of science! What I would give for a look at ye olde red and blue books (Toad’s bluebook was not quite as good as my red because she always placed some value on actual classroom information and mucked up her bluebook with it often). Not that I was ever funnier than Toad, no. She saved a lot of her wit for redbook. She wanted her cake and to eat it too. I just ate the frosting. Have we told you that story? We should be ashamed…
- Super Fun Night was a hit. Toad agrees that 2x a year is in order. All y’all who come- block out all of August in anticipation of the next scheduled SFN. I just realized that at the first SFN, I got a very public lap dance. This time around I voluntarily danced in one of the cages at the Embers. I declare, it is Toad’s turn to do something highly embarrassing in a publicly drunken state. August. Karaoke perhaps?
- Portlandia starts tonight. Doan forget.
- Making soap for Kimford today. Vanilla/peppermint. I will use the recipe for batch 1- which if you have tried my soap it is likely from batch 1. The second batch isn’t as bubbly. I’m guessing Kim likes herself some bubbles.
- How’s my hair? My hair is good. I gave it a good once over last night in the mirror and I see that there is one spot in particular that shows the track. I have to remember to part my hairs a little more to the right and I should be ok. Toad was commenting on this weave being fun. I realize that fun is not my goal- it’s trying not to look like a bald woman. Fun is a by-product. What I am saying is that if I can get used to the feel and the care routine- this may be it for me. As long as I have enough of my own hair to attach fake hair to. This may be my hair crossroads, readers. I will have to figure out how I can swim with this mess. Yesterday I washed it. Alicia (my weave master) said that Dove daily moisture works best with a weave. What!?! That is some crazy shit right there. I have not voluntarily put low quality soap on my hair since, oh, high school. Back in the day when Grammy would dilute the screw-top V05. Alicia told me that the Wen would make them slip sooner. So, maybe I will be able to afford this lifestyle change just in the shampoo/conditioner money that I will be saving. Let us pretend that this will make it a wash. NSNG (remember? not-so-new-guy) likes the weave. He’s one of those old fashioned weirdos. Who knew I’d wind up with a guy like this? Who knew I’d end up with a guy at all? Hattie likes it. I warned her what I was going to do and showed her the hair tracks beforehand. Diego is just happy he has more to pull. Turkey.
- That is it for now. Time to get rolling on the soap. Kimford soap.
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