It's A Wee Bit Better
Today was "Girl's Day" with Yodie.
She named it, not me.
I pulled up to her house around 9am, as promised. As usual, I called ahead so she could put the cat away, because even though strays will come trotting through the neighbourhood to visit with me, her cat hates me with the power of Hell.
Literally. I think he's part devil. And I even rescued him.
First we had a light breakfast at Bob's- mostly fruit and coffee. We read Auto-Correct mistakes on the internet and giggled madly.
Then I let her quibble me into stopping at Wal-Mart. I do not care for the Wal-Mart, but an hour into it is far, far too soon to escalate.
Then we headed off for the actual adventure.
She had been singing Macklemore's "Thrift Shop" all morning, and really, really, really wanted to go pop some tags. I was freaking out about being out of the house.
There was a loud barking fit in the car, and I drove grumpily downtown in silence.
See, I already had a hair appointment scheduled for today, and I was dragging her along as the adventure part of it.
But I also needed to buy cat food, and I did not want to pop some tags all the way across town from where I needed to be for my errands, just because she preferred this particular thrift shop.
It's not a big deal in the world, but when you have anxiety, it means a lot.
But, I'm not just anxious- I'm intelligent. I stopped at a consignment shop that's just a few blocks from where the cat food is, which is just one exit from where the hair place is.
Yodie, naturally, was unimpressed with this strange territory. "If I only had $20 in my pocket, I'd leave with nothing!" she hissed, browsing the racks. I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate.
I was in need to two dresses- one for Ham's friends' wedding this weekend, and one for the rehearsal dinner. I have winter dresses and summer dresses, and I have work-appropriate skirts and suits, but nothing in between.
I also have a really weird body, so everything is difficult.
We left with only a sweater she bought for herself.
Then to snag pet food and on to my hair appointment.
At the hair appointment, I was very careful to orient Yodie with the mall in which I was getting my hair done. She got lost on her initial try, but eventually got the hang of it.
I now have reddish purplish hair, and I love it. Kate the hair Jedi also did my eyebrows, which turned out waaaay not how we expected, so I got them waxed on the spot, lickity split.
I also scheduled my deep-tissue massage, courtesy of Ham. He bought one for me as an Easter present.
"Your mom has really cute hair," commented Kate.
"She does it drunk in her garage at 3am," I responded.
"A lot of people actually do that," she said.
She's perfect for me.
After hair and waxing, Yodie and I inhaled yumminess at Dirty Frank's hot dog restaurant. I could really live on their fried leeks, but I won't.
Popped some more tags at Yodie's favourite thrift store. I tried on three dresses, which all looked like various versions of crap on me. Remember that part in ET, where he's all sick and keeled over and pale? Imagine Grimace from McDonald's experiencing a similar condition. That's how bad the best looking dress looked on me.
Utterly discouraged, I dropped Yodie off, and on a whim, hit the thrift store we originally hit.
I pulled six dresses into the dressing room, and emerged victorious with a rehearsal AND a dress for the wedding!!
I also got a mystery phone call that I shall reveal in more detail at a proper time. wink wink wink
No, I'm not pregnant.
Ran a mile on resistance 14 and 16, since Ham thinks I'm weak. Now to have a light dinner of veggies and finish Monsters Inc! (another Ham Easter present)
Feeling much better from yesterday, thanks.
She named it, not me.
I pulled up to her house around 9am, as promised. As usual, I called ahead so she could put the cat away, because even though strays will come trotting through the neighbourhood to visit with me, her cat hates me with the power of Hell.
Literally. I think he's part devil. And I even rescued him.
First we had a light breakfast at Bob's- mostly fruit and coffee. We read Auto-Correct mistakes on the internet and giggled madly.
Then I let her quibble me into stopping at Wal-Mart. I do not care for the Wal-Mart, but an hour into it is far, far too soon to escalate.
Then we headed off for the actual adventure.
She had been singing Macklemore's "Thrift Shop" all morning, and really, really, really wanted to go pop some tags. I was freaking out about being out of the house.
There was a loud barking fit in the car, and I drove grumpily downtown in silence.
See, I already had a hair appointment scheduled for today, and I was dragging her along as the adventure part of it.
But I also needed to buy cat food, and I did not want to pop some tags all the way across town from where I needed to be for my errands, just because she preferred this particular thrift shop.
It's not a big deal in the world, but when you have anxiety, it means a lot.
But, I'm not just anxious- I'm intelligent. I stopped at a consignment shop that's just a few blocks from where the cat food is, which is just one exit from where the hair place is.
Yodie, naturally, was unimpressed with this strange territory. "If I only had $20 in my pocket, I'd leave with nothing!" she hissed, browsing the racks. I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate.
I was in need to two dresses- one for Ham's friends' wedding this weekend, and one for the rehearsal dinner. I have winter dresses and summer dresses, and I have work-appropriate skirts and suits, but nothing in between.
I also have a really weird body, so everything is difficult.
We left with only a sweater she bought for herself.
Then to snag pet food and on to my hair appointment.
At the hair appointment, I was very careful to orient Yodie with the mall in which I was getting my hair done. She got lost on her initial try, but eventually got the hang of it.
I now have reddish purplish hair, and I love it. Kate the hair Jedi also did my eyebrows, which turned out waaaay not how we expected, so I got them waxed on the spot, lickity split.
I also scheduled my deep-tissue massage, courtesy of Ham. He bought one for me as an Easter present.
"Your mom has really cute hair," commented Kate.
"She does it drunk in her garage at 3am," I responded.
"A lot of people actually do that," she said.
She's perfect for me.
After hair and waxing, Yodie and I inhaled yumminess at Dirty Frank's hot dog restaurant. I could really live on their fried leeks, but I won't.
Popped some more tags at Yodie's favourite thrift store. I tried on three dresses, which all looked like various versions of crap on me. Remember that part in ET, where he's all sick and keeled over and pale? Imagine Grimace from McDonald's experiencing a similar condition. That's how bad the best looking dress looked on me.
Utterly discouraged, I dropped Yodie off, and on a whim, hit the thrift store we originally hit.
I pulled six dresses into the dressing room, and emerged victorious with a rehearsal AND a dress for the wedding!!
I also got a mystery phone call that I shall reveal in more detail at a proper time. wink wink wink
No, I'm not pregnant.
Ran a mile on resistance 14 and 16, since Ham thinks I'm weak. Now to have a light dinner of veggies and finish Monsters Inc! (another Ham Easter present)
Feeling much better from yesterday, thanks.