okayWow, the first time in ages that both Wolf and I were in the tub during phone call. Ooh, the possibilities for hot phone sex. Ooh la la!
Nah. I'd been needing a bathe-and-melt-into-tears thingie, and Wolf is unfortunate enough to make me feel safe enough to do so. I started the day in a great mood, but by the time of the phone call I was mad at Flar and mad at me for being mad at Flar. (He basically did me a favor by cooking dinner, but I was mad about the mess he made doing it.) And the negativity let back in all the other stuff there is to be negative about. The stuff I usually just carry in my shoulders and knot up tighter than a casual neck rub can penetrate.
I'm feeling better this morning, and all clean. Except for my hair. I need to brush it out really vigorously this morning to get rid of scalpie itching. But washing it less often means less water in my ears, so I tend to put it off. It turns out it's long enough to get by on wash-every-two-and-a-half-days.
Now it's time to get stuff ready for the drive. Pack a small cooler, make egg salad sandwiches for me, and deviled eggs for Flar and Critter. And leave the house-of-stuff-to-do for another couple of days.
And see Cinder! Yay!
The list:
Tuesday - Orange Wednesday - Yellow Thursday - Green Friday - Blue The Weekend - Purple |
