Marlo did very well last night. She had chicken and rice for dinner for her tummy (only registered low on her allergies, so should be ok, but wouldn't do it all the time) and again this morning. She had a little perk last night, still wiped out though. She did wag her tail before we went to bed though, so that was a VERY good sign.
In other big news, I received an envelope from the Secretary of State yesterday and "Little Buddies Pet Care" has officially been reserved/registered in my name. If things take off, then I'll go the LLC route eventually.
Then I had the bright idea to try and do my own nails last night. I usually go every three weeks (I have the fake acrylic nails that's the only reason they look so nice all the time), but I noticed that I did not have a nail appt on my schedule. I thought now might be a good time to make a clean brake and no longer spend that money (on something I desperately love to indulge in but don't need, necessarily that is) considering that in a few short weeks that's all going to CHANGE.
I bought a kit at the drug store and figured I've watched people do this for years so I could at least wing it. I didn't do a bad job but it wasn't great either, obviously I don't have a skill for this sort of thing. I went to bed last night and everything was fine. However, I wake up today and I itch, BAD, and it feels itchy inside underneath my nails. I think there's something in the product I used (substandard obviously) that I must be allergic to. Great. It's not like I can say, hey, "I'm going to be late because I have a nail issue", although I'd more than love to do that. So I'm going to a nail salon around the corner right by the Indian restaurant I LOVE to eat at today at 1:00 pm and taking a late lunch to have them removed and have a manicure. Only $25, I was happy about that part. My boss leaves at 11:30 am for the day today, that's why I can swing something like this today,and nobody will say anything.
Funny wife thing to share. I was out shopping a few weeks ago and decided he needed some new stuff. He didn't disagree. I bought some and brought it home, and is his usual practice with these things, he wears all the new stuff right out of the package which means he doesn't have to do laundry for that much longer (why I don't do that is a whole other conversation). I looked at him before we went to bed last night and I giggled and of course, he automatically got that, "what did I do, what did I forget to do, etc?" thought going.
I asked where his new stuff was and he just smirked and before he could answer, I said, "Wait, I know you wore it all right out of the package so you wouldn't have to do your laundry right away, and now you've run out of new stuff, so you're finishing off the reserves in your drawer", the next smirk confirmed my suspicions. It made me giggle because he's so predictable that way. Then he said something to the effect of he was waiting for me to do his laundry when I wasn't working any more (and yes, he was trying to be funny not an ass). To that I replied that I'd be happy to do so if I didn't have to get a p/ job and if he took care of things on my terms, but that his history preceded him and there's was no way he could do it for any significant length of time and that he would quickly slip back into his old ways even if I agreed to such an arrangement. I said that it would be better for both of us if he continued to survive on "doing a load on an as needed basis" and letting the dirty monster pile grow in the bottom of his closet, and me getting a p/t job eventually either way (that is if pet sitting doesn't take off right away). It was pretty funny.
In other big news, I received an envelope from the Secretary of State yesterday and "Little Buddies Pet Care" has officially been reserved/registered in my name. If things take off, then I'll go the LLC route eventually.
Then I had the bright idea to try and do my own nails last night. I usually go every three weeks (I have the fake acrylic nails that's the only reason they look so nice all the time), but I noticed that I did not have a nail appt on my schedule. I thought now might be a good time to make a clean brake and no longer spend that money (on something I desperately love to indulge in but don't need, necessarily that is) considering that in a few short weeks that's all going to CHANGE.
I bought a kit at the drug store and figured I've watched people do this for years so I could at least wing it. I didn't do a bad job but it wasn't great either, obviously I don't have a skill for this sort of thing. I went to bed last night and everything was fine. However, I wake up today and I itch, BAD, and it feels itchy inside underneath my nails. I think there's something in the product I used (substandard obviously) that I must be allergic to. Great. It's not like I can say, hey, "I'm going to be late because I have a nail issue", although I'd more than love to do that. So I'm going to a nail salon around the corner right by the Indian restaurant I LOVE to eat at today at 1:00 pm and taking a late lunch to have them removed and have a manicure. Only $25, I was happy about that part. My boss leaves at 11:30 am for the day today, that's why I can swing something like this today,and nobody will say anything. Funny wife thing to share. I was out shopping a few weeks ago and decided he needed some new stuff. He didn't disagree. I bought some and brought it home, and is his usual practice with these things, he wears all the new stuff right out of the package which means he doesn't have to do laundry for that much longer (why I don't do that is a whole other conversation). I looked at him before we went to bed last night and I giggled and of course, he automatically got that, "what did I do, what did I forget to do, etc?" thought going.
I asked where his new stuff was and he just smirked and before he could answer, I said, "Wait, I know you wore it all right out of the package so you wouldn't have to do your laundry right away, and now you've run out of new stuff, so you're finishing off the reserves in your drawer", the next smirk confirmed my suspicions. It made me giggle because he's so predictable that way. Then he said something to the effect of he was waiting for me to do his laundry when I wasn't working any more (and yes, he was trying to be funny not an ass). To that I replied that I'd be happy to do so if I didn't have to get a p/ job and if he took care of things on my terms, but that his history preceded him and there's was no way he could do it for any significant length of time and that he would quickly slip back into his old ways even if I agreed to such an arrangement. I said that it would be better for both of us if he continued to survive on "doing a load on an as needed basis" and letting the dirty monster pile grow in the bottom of his closet, and me getting a p/t job eventually either way (that is if pet sitting doesn't take off right away). It was pretty funny.
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