Pretty, pretty hands.
Merav, who is a good clone and understands that Seanans become depressed during the month of February, has been sending me random packages in the mail. These have caused me to squeal and clap my hands, but have not inspired posting, because I am A Bad Blonde when I'm depressed, and I have been. So. Naughty me.
However.
When I got home this evening (from dinner out with Rey and Cat and Chris, and TCBY afterwards; life is good), there was a box on the doorstep. I was well-pleased by this, and brought it inside to investigate.
Firstly, it contained a pair of deeply cute Peace Frog sleep pants. Awwwwwwww, says I. That rocks. But wait! There was a second, smaller box inside! What could that contain?
Fourteen bottles of nail polish.
Fourteen bottles of orange and green nail polish. Seven different shades of each.
My nails are now not only orange and green, but true BCHS Fighting Pumpkins school spirit orange and green. Like, perfectly so. Given that we record tomorrow, this was just what I needed to feel pretty and secure.
Go Pumpkins!
However.
When I got home this evening (from dinner out with Rey and Cat and Chris, and TCBY afterwards; life is good), there was a box on the doorstep. I was well-pleased by this, and brought it inside to investigate.
Firstly, it contained a pair of deeply cute Peace Frog sleep pants. Awwwwwwww, says I. That rocks. But wait! There was a second, smaller box inside! What could that contain?
Fourteen bottles of nail polish.
Fourteen bottles of orange and green nail polish. Seven different shades of each.
My nails are now not only orange and green, but true BCHS Fighting Pumpkins school spirit orange and green. Like, perfectly so. Given that we record tomorrow, this was just what I needed to feel pretty and secure.
Go Pumpkins!