I feel like I'm sixteen and my parents are returning from a two week trip and I have an hour to get rid of all of the evidence of me being a completely depraved slob while they were gone.
(For the record...my parents never went on a two week trip anywhere...especially when I was sixteen...and I didn't become a depraved slob until well into my thirties.)
My JB will be home this afternoon, and I have EIGHT things to get done before he gets here! I have to put water bottles away, gather the trash, break down boxes for recycling, clean off the dining room table, empty and load the dishwasher, and go to a doctor's appointment, get labwork, and pick up more coffee creamer. Yikes!
(Raise your hand if you'd like to wager on how many of those things actually get done.)
No stitching last night. I came home from treatment, ordered dinner (another bad habit that is going to stop), and went face first into a bowl of fettuccini and The Real Housewives of New Jersey. I think it's been three years since I indulged in all things Bravo, and it took a hot minute to re-orient myself to the storylines and not get distracted by lip fillers and boob jobs. The most striking difference is the fact that the children have all grown up now and have become little housewives in their own right! My goodness! Theresa's four little girls are now four little women...accessorized and with acrylic nails of their very own now!
I do have a progress pic of Eliana for you, just to demonstrate that I do ply needle and thread every now and then:
And a mani update:
I am ashamed to confess that I had almost gnawed my nails and cuticles beyond repair! With everything going on, I stopped my mani/pedi routine and took polish off and really let them go haywire, but one look at my sissyfriend's lovely mani had me running right back to the table for a few quick coats. I would love to get back to the salon for nails, but money-wise and safety-wise methinks I will just stick with self-spas instead!
And in the gardening department, I went a little Joan Crawford on the fern and am hoping and praying that it will rebound:
Please don't tell me if I've completely killed it. I am watering and saying all kinds of nice things to this big pile of dirt every day in hopes of a miracle.
So that's the report for the day. Today is Stewey's birthday and the anniversary of my dad's passing, so I am doing my level best not to curl up into a ball of hot sweaty tears all day. Good thing I have so much to keep me distracted! Maybe I'll add a trip to the Grotto to my list for a few minutes of gratitude that I had both of them in my life...even if it was entirely too brief a visit.
Happy Thursday, Dearies! Do something fun and come tell me all about it!