Quality time

I spent last weekend having some quality girl time with Grace in ALABAMY! A while back we decided it was ridiculous that we only lived a few hours apart and only saw each other a couple times a year. WE HAVE CARS, DAMMIT! So now we try to visit every month or so, and trade off hosting duties. Last weekend was her turn, and though she claims to have slacked off on the cleaning part, she was an excellent hostess.

Look! We got mani/pedi’s together!

Salt scrub followed by hot towels. My legs were as smooth as BUTTAH afterwards

I was mauled by her many animals.

You will pet me, human, and then we will never speak of this again.

And she got me mostly caught up on the Doctor Who. I would have been totally caught up, but I’m pretty sure my boss expected me to be at work that Monday. I did have to disentangle myself from Grace, who was clinging to my leg, sobbing, and begging me not to leave.

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

The only suck part of the weekend was the 7:30 am arrive of the workmen who were rebuilding their back porch on Saturday. Not only were they loud, they all got a very good view of me passed out on the couch through the many windows to the back porch in the family room. HELLOOOOOOOO! DO YOU LIKE MY PJs?

No sleeping in for me!

Back to real life and a dull week.

ALTHOUGH! I got my hairz did! Waaaay overdue for a haircut. The woman who I entrust WITH MY LIFE…I MEAN HAIR, Alana, is awesome. That’s good for me. Unfortunately, other people have discovered her awesomeness. That’s good for her. That’s bad for me. It’s now tough to get an appointment when you want it, so I had to wait an extra two weeks, which is FOREVER TIME when you have short hair.

How bad was it? You may want to have small children leave the room.