I Just Can't Walk Away

Gonna try to keep this from getting too long but you know how easily I get distracted down a tangent, so we'll see how it goes.

Friday morning as I was getting ready to go up to bed, the phone started ringing like crazy. Fridays are really popular with spam calls, so I didn't bother getting up to grab the house phone. After *looks it up* 5 calls between 11:22 and 11:26, I picked up the next one and it was Widget sobbing that he broke his arm and was on the way to the nearest hospital. I get Mom up and after asking if his parents were en route (no and no), tell him I'm going to go get dressed and we'll be there ASAP.

Mom calls my brother while I'm getting dressed and as I'm hitting the bathroom, she hollers up that I can pause my getting ready since he's actually going to the hospital. I ask if Widget knows this and she calls Widget and pretty much immediately walks back the pause. Which is what I thought. We get to the hospital right around noon and walk past Widget's boss (someone I went to elementary school with and the boy's longtime BFF's older brother, whose birthday also happened to be Friday) without being fully sure it was him because the last time I saw him was at a funeral a year ago, and prior to that probably was when we were under 10.

Mom and I head back to the first room Widget's in and he's getting X-rays done before they pretty much shuffle him out to the room across the hall to set his elbow/wrist. Turns out he didn't break his arm, but did dislocate his elbow and broke his wrist.

Mums and I head back out to the waiting room/lobby and wait for my brother and talk to J. Despite my brother saying he was 10 minutes away when Mums and I arrived, he didn't show up til we'd already been there 40 minutes.

We eventually get called back again shortly after my brother shows up, and here's where I'll cut corners on things.
They set his elbow and anytime they mention his injuries after the first time we got walked back, they exclusively focus on the elbow. At some point before brother leaves, I make it known to Mums and brother that one of us needs to circle back to the wrist because it feels weird that no one's mentioned it since. This is important because it's about where shit falls apart.

Somewhere around 1-ish, maybe 1:30, brother leaves to go back to work so he'll avoid running into Widget's mom who said she was coming by. Right before brother leaves, Widget's mom says she'll see him after he gets discharged. This isn't entirely a bitch move because at this point they've made it seem like we're just waiting on discharge papers to be issued. Only before he leaves, one of the doctors comes in and brother asks about the wrist, so when the last round of X-rays are done, they focus on the wrist, too.

Which is when we go from "when he follows up with the orthopedist on Monday, it's not looking like surgery" to surgery seems pretty fucking likely. I really hope not, btw, but that's kinda obvious. Still, there's not much else they can do for the wrist since they did the splint and they have to wait for the swelling to go down. Cool, cool. It's also about this time they do acknowledge the broken wrist. The last round of X-rays take FOREVER and a day to the point that I just stupidly assume one of the 900 people walking in and out is whoever is required to read said Xrays to see if he's really good to go. This assumption is helped along by the fact that S, the nurse in charge of his care, comes in to give us the "yay, you get to go home" talk very soon thereafter. I will say he did ask if the orthopedist on call had talked to us and here's where I let you know I'm not face blind but it takes me forever to ID someone, and this obviously gets worse in high stress situations.

Obviously your Spidey senses should be tingling.

Widget gets discharged and we head to the nearest Walgreens to drop off his RX. In the car, I call to try and set up that Monday appointment but get a bit of runaround and they're supposed to call me back that afternoon to set it up after the doc gets out of surgery.

Widget gets semi sick to his stomach just as Mom comes back to say we can't get the pills til after 5. We head home and I swear to god, about two minutes into that part of the car ride, Widget asks why "healthcare" is calling him. I tell him to answer, figuring it's probably the office ignoring my plea to have them call my phone since he's still super groggy.

NOPE.

ER orthopedist is all, "looked at your last round of Xrays, I don't think your elbow is set properly and if we don't fix it today, it'll start to heal wrong and fuck up your nerves." Paraphrasing here, but you get the idea. Widget starts to whine, channeling all of us really, but the doc says he'll meet Widget outside, bring him back immediately, and he won't have to wait again. ALL THREE OF US HEAR THIS.

Obviously this is not what happened. Mom drops Widget and me off while she parks and I walk him in, he explains the situation and the ladies remember him from his wobbly arm before. And they are super apologetic when it because painfully clear that the ER, which has gotten much busier in the half an hour since we left, is gonna make him wait.

Again.

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

It takes more than an hour and a half for them to call him back to do anything more than triage which was basically a waste of time since both sides were at "dunno" on everything. Either the hospital measured his height wrong (maybe?), took his word for it (?), or I'm taller than I thought since he's down at 5'9 and I'm taller than he is. To be fair, I have always maintained I'm 5'9 and a half, but still.

The second trip to the ER was infuriating on so many levels. About the time we left the triage room, I went outside to call work and say I couldn't make it in because at this point even if they did see him, it would be at least another hour and I STILL hadn't had any sleep and I'd worked the night before. I'm fairly certain work had to close that night anyway, because A's littlest has covid.

Anyway, while I'm on the phone with work, Widget sends a text saying he's in room __ so I go back in, get walked back to that room and we begin the wait from hell. I swear, it felt like we were repeatedly being forgotten.

Much like my promise to try and keep this short. Oops.

So. S, the nurse, apologizes and is very nice and does promise to do his best to right the ship, as it were. We get a visit from the social worker who tells Widget that hey, hurt at work, they should be paying for everything, just so you know.

The doc who called Widget back is extra infuriating because he left by the time Widget came back, so that makes his whole promise to meet Widget and bring him back complete and utter BS. FUN.

Widget pukes, I think of Stacey McGill to avoid thinking of puke directly. Mom goes to get Widget's meds from the Walgreens because it is NOT looking like we'll be out before they close. I stay behind and Widget and I half watch bits of Captain America and I read, or try to.

Anyway, turns out that Widget inherited his father's tolerance for pain meds, which they get from Mom. Yay, ginger genes? The working theory, and I believe it, is that the first time they set his elbow, they didn't give him enough of whatever med to get him down, so he was still resisting enough so that instead of nailing it 100%, it was more of a 90% or something. Close, really close, but not quite.

Considering they gave him 330 of... whatever med and had to bring in 2 extra people to help set his arm (yes, I did sit and watch and yes, I did kind of regret the choice a few times, but I didn't want him to be alone and there's no blood so... suck it up, buttercup) in addition to the 4 or 5 people they had already. It was... a lot.

The doc they want him to follow up with looks at his xrays and says they look perfect and then I swear it takes another 40 minutes to get discharged, but I will say it wasn't as bad as I feared. I kind of worried that shift change and S going home would get us lost in the shuffle, but no. We leave a little before 8pm and head home. At this point traffic is WAY better, yay, and I'm starting that weird slide between awake and awake too long. We get home, get Widget situated down here, get him a milkshake for food, dose him, propped up, and then someone decides I should definitely be making my own dinner after being awake for more than 24 hours at this point.

This is my own little journal area, so I can whine about that and whine that it fucking sucked that this happened on a day when I was committed to not spending money because yeah, the economic blackout wasn't likely to really be a big thing but I was doing my part so no easy fast food on the way home. (I'll be honest, if we passed a Taco Bell on the way home, I might've caved. But since my end of the city closes things without opening anything useful, I was safe.)

Btw, Widget was trying to sleep downstairs because his room gets warm and he'd taken his window AC out before he went to work and would obviously not be able to put it back in. At some point overnight he did go up to his room, but I didn't know that til 7am or whenever I tried to go check on the boys only to realize he was in there. Oops.


He's doing better, or was anyway. Got him a little sink bath and washed his hair today. Pissed as shit though that the ER's like "call first thing Saturday morning to set up that appointment; don't forget!" and we do and they're not open. Because it's a weekend. The recording says to use the MyChart thing, so we try, but NOPE. It says to call the office. *headdesk*

So pray tomorrow morning's call goes better.

Tomorrow, btw, is the anniversary of Dad's death.

yay.

If someone you like/care about says to you that there was some Blair Witch style standing in a corner shit at work, do you just ignore that or do you fucking ask a follow up question?


Obviously you ask the follow up.


Friday night got fucking weird. Thursday and Friday night were both stupidly cold, with Thursday being the invading damp kind of cold while Friday was mildly better... but still fucking cold. So at some point we wound up with some people in the store that were acting a little... odd. One I'd be willing to bet has Tourette's, as he was acting pretty similarly to people I know have it. The other was wandering around the store with a mask hanging half off their face and just giving off oh fuck me, what now vibes. I spent damn near an hour trying to get my SFL to answer so I could take my lunch and eventually, with four customers in the store and my blood sugar about to bottom out, I went to the back and woke the SFL up. Because of COURSE he fell asleep. The office is warm and toasty and he was sitting and watching learning videos (allegedly). Of course he was gonna fall asleep.

I let him know there are customers, one of whom is acting odd and doesn't grasp mask ettiquette, so maybe glove up, and then go on my break. I hit the bathroom first so I can wash my hands and stuff, and then go enjoy my lunch. I finish and about 5 minutes before the end of my break, I go hit the bathroom because sometimes it turns out you can guzzle too much water.

I walk in and notice the light is on. Dammit, someone is/was in there. I look up and ahead and see the very tall, skinny dude in his parka standing in the stall with the door half open. Uh... he realizes I'm there, says he's sorry, and then goes back into the stall for... something, then leaves the stall and heads for the sink. I tell him it's okay (spoke too soon) and go into the stall where I realize he's been dipping things in the toilet (there's liquid all around the toilet, but also items have very clearly been IN the toilet), including a playing card he's put on the toilet paper holder, the false lashes package that someone clearly stole and stashed in the stall trashcan, and also left a shit stain on the toilet seat. In the however long it takes to tally up the ways in which cleaning this is now NOT MY JOB, the sink is still running at full blast. I decide fuck it, I will just hold it, possibly forever, and wash my hands in the breakroom. I unlock and open the stall and immediately curse my own stupidity.

Because he's not at the sink.

Nor has he left.


He's standing in the corner, Blair Witch style, kind of shaking and murmuring to himself.


Making this SO MUCH WORSE is the fact that the corner he's chosen? Is the one right in front of the door.

I can't leave without having to go past him as he's having his moment. I stand there for a minute wondering wtf. I don't want to startle him because WTF but also I am not staying in there while he sorts things out or flips his lid or whatever the fuck is going on.

When a minute passes and he's still busy losing his religion or what the fuck ever, I clear my throat and in my most Southern Auntie voice say, "Honey, I'm gonna need you to move away from the door so I can leave, and you should also turn the water off, okay." He moves towards the sink and I get the fuck out, heading for the breakroom (yay for it having a lock!), wash my hands, and then go tell K about the fuckery. On the way, I realize that in his weird state, he's fucking trashed the store. There are playing cards placed all over the aisles and he's left a cup of coffee on the family planning aisle, put an adult toy with the kids toys, and a zillion other things. He eventually comes up to the front as I'm telling K about the fuckery and asks where the bus stop is.

It's 4am on a Saturday morning. The bus doesn't run for another four hours at least. Also, the bus stop is on the other side of our parking lot and kind of hard to miss, but okay. I point it out to him from behind the counter and wonder where the fuck he got the white jacket/shirt/whatever he's now got on his head. Also also, K thinks he's wearing lipstick and I'm thinking it's something else, but it doesn't really matter since he then thanks me for the info and says he just got out of the hospital before shuffling off.

I would bet dollars to donuts that he means he was under a psych hold that let out because he wouldn't be the first kicked out in the wee morning hours on a weekend, but K takes it as he must have COVID (and it's possible dude did say something to our pharmacist, so who knows) and goes around the store spraying everything he can with store brand Lysol.

Considering our other K coworker did turn out to have COVID (and wasn't wearing a mask), this might not be the worst idea ever had.

But yeah, no. I'm gonna need the bathrooms to not be open to the public anymore after a certain time because what the actual fuck.

Vexed. Placed an order for a present for Mums and maybe the goddaughters from CB on the 3rd and didn't think too much of it because there seemed to be plenty of time for it to arrive since it's coming from FL. On the 6th it says it shipped, but that could've been just the label being printed.


It fucking hasn't moved since. When the catalog, which was shipped after my order, arrived on the 13th, I decided to take a chance and email them to see if maybe my order just got shunted off to the side due to the flurry of the new releases. And then I promptly remembered, as I finished my email, that I'd be sending this on the eve of their big launch going public. Shit shit shit. Still. It hadn't moved in a week, so why not try?

Yeah. I got a "no, yeah, that's USPS not scanning anything until it reaches a big hub, nothing we can do, just sit and wait, sorry" reply.

o_O

*twitch*

I'm two states away, by now it should've hit a hub SOMEWHERE. This is on the heels of them shipping mini Lantern and Soot in the cheapest envelope I've seen in awhile, smooshed to all hell, and Lantern's wonktastic eye. I know they don't give a shit about the US but damn.

Apparently when I wasn't looking, Netflix decided to try and justify their newest price jump (ugh!) by dropping new seasons of things I did want to watch. Mums and I started S2 of The Night Agent, but either I'd stayed up too long on Sunday (possible), it's off to a really slow start (likely), or something because we only watched two episodes so far. Kinda a bummer since we burned through S1 and I liked it enough to go from listening while at the computer to turning around and watching to sitting on the couch and definitely watching. But that's not what we're here to discuss today.

Nope, they also dropped S4 of Sweet Magnolias, which is a show that walks the line of being absolute cheese and genuinely enjoyable for me, but I also enjoy cheese so... Basically, I mostly like the show, but it always leaves me wanting more in some way. Mostly, it leaves me wanting it to trust the audience more, I think. I have issues with it, but it has moments I love so I stick with it. It is also infinitely better than the book series it's based on, at least when compared to the three or four books I read from the series. Holy Jesus fuck, reading spoilers for what happens in later books is just the hardest of no's from me, and I truly hope the show decides to also say no.

Anywho, due to the various strikes, it's been awhile since I watched S3, and I don't really remember a ton about it beyond pretty much hating them keeping our main trio apart for far too long. Luckily, there's a recap at the start of the season, and that did get me mostly up to speed.

So why in the hell did we spend the entirety of episode 1 playing the "hit the audience over the head with it's been a year!" and info dumping about the magical things that changed in that year? There are subtle ways to do this. There's also just plain putting "One Year Later" on the screen.
( This show wouldn't know subtle if... )

Gonna watch more later, so we'll see what happens.

The problem with waiting to post things is I forget what I was gonna post. Rude. Soooo... after work this morning I hit Walmart to see if that one had Jem. It did not. Luckily, eurohackie had better luck at hers the day before and I got to see pics. :D Perhaps I'll try again next weekend.

Yesterday I FINALLY made progress on Operation Befriend Crows. We stopped at the Teeter and I managed to get the attention of the crows and scattered some food for them before walking back to the car. They didn't immediately swoop down but did cautiously fly nearby, land, and then cautiously hop over. After the first one gave the "is good!" all clear, the second one friggin' skipped over. It was adorable. ♥ Now I have to remember to replenish the stock in my purse for next time. We shall be friends, birdies. Maybe. Hopefully.

Can't currently remember the other thing, so I'm gonna go nap and see if that refreshes the memory.

My poor hand is not happy about the state of things. Pretty sure I'm having an eczema flare-up on my right hand due to stress and all the fucking handwashing and it got to be pretty friggin bad Friday/Saturday because turns out hand sanitizer is basically like pouring gasoline on a fire in this case. Shocker, huh. Anyway, I'd tried to use my storebrand lotion last week and it has that fragrance free scent that makes everything smell godawful, so of course half the time I'd have to wash it off because NOPE. So less than helpful in the long run. Luckily I had the night off so I could slather my hand in Aquaphor and just pray for the best while I slept. It seems to be working, I just have the greasiest hands in all existence right now. Ugh.

In other news, I learned that A went into work Thursday which means I'll either have to lose a night of pay or have to use PTO, which is a bummer. On the one hand, I get why she did (she'd already gone in earlier that day) but on the other, that meant she worked 20 hours in one day. What. The. Fuck. Ma'am, that is not safe for you or anyone you were on the road with. Also, because you did that, you screwed your fellow overnighter(s), namely me. We've talked about this before and how at least for now, inclement weather that forces the store to close because travel to/from work would be too dangerous would still result in the workers being paid. I'm iffy on whether it works if the store is able to stay open because SOMEONE decides that risking their life is fine. I also do not understand why they had her come in if they were gonna close the store to customers at midnight anyway. I guess getting truck done is good enough but still a little vexing. Also also, the fact that she closed early for a night when there wouldn't have likely been that many people out but stayed open (when she was the only person in the store other than pharmacy) on nights when people get real weird and dangerous is just wild to me. So... maybe she finally listened to her shoulder!me telling her that it's not worth the risk... but ignored the risk of going in again? Dunno. It also explains why she was sleeping in her car at work all Friday night. Turns out she was supposed to work but since none of us at the store knew that, we all just thought she was dozing between DoorDash runs. Now I know. I'm petty enough to only feel a little bad about not checking on her (in my defense, the previous times she did this it turned out she really was just killing time between DDing) but also who the fuck was like yes, have her come in after working 20 hours?!

Day 4? I dunno. We're going with Day 3 because we're talking about Thursday. I really wish work had just been smart enough to preemptively call shit for the overnight for the week, because then I could've really possibly enjoyed my snowdays. Alas, it is never to be because they kept being open for at least part of the day. Why? Who knows. I did learn that they had been open for a bit on Wednesday, but was extra pissed to realize they'd closed at 6pm and that meant that I was the last employee to know when I had to send a text after 7:30. Ugh. Anyway.


I spent the day operating under the assumption that work would be expecting me to come in, so I was trying to keep a semi-normal (for me) sleep schedule and that also meant I went out and had to clean off the car. RIP, snow. You were so pretty. But at the same time, I was realizing pretty quickly that what work wanted and what it would be getting were two entirely different things. Because the store was supposed to open at 8am. At 9am when I checked the news to see how much snow we actually got (I think 4" is the general consensus), I noticed that the main bridge for my commute had closed. Around 8am. It didn't open again, btw, until late in the afternoon. Y'know, about the time the roads were supposed to refreeze because the temps were gonna freefall again. BRILLIANT. Anyway, surrounding counties called a state of emergency fairly early on in the day when they realized what all us non-idiots realized, which was that all the snow that melted the previous day had frozen into ice and now you had entire swathes of road encased in black ice. This was not helped by the snow plows apparently not doing a proper plowing, though fuck if I know what that is, but Cass who did live in areas with actual regular snowfall had many complaints when watching them in action on traffic cams. I did see them plow the overpass by us though last night, so I can cross that off the bucket list. :P


Anyway, I realized at some point that if I couldn't even get to the street from our parking lot without sliding across the ice, I wasn't going to be going in unless my brother felt like driving. (I didn't ask directly, but did ask how icy things were on his end and they were just as icy as I thought.) So with that in mind, and double checking with Mums, I finished clearing off the car, made two snow-ice balls that I still haven't thrown at Widget (he disappeared before I could) and then went back in to watch The Nanny. At dinner, I woke to multiple texts, which let me know the SM had created a third shift group text and had actually added me, asking if any of us would be able to work last night so he could let the pharmacist know whether to come in. I was the last to reply but the others were both decided Nos. I cackled to myself because dude, no. I do wonder if he got anyone to cover or if work was just straight up closed.


I'm at the tired of the snow/ice portion of my snowdays and also we kinda need food, so I'm hoping conditions improve drastically over the course of today.

Why did no one tell me antihistamines (so, in this case, Benadryl) kicked cramp pain to the curb? I had to find out by accident and then have it confirmed when I bought Midol for the first time in eons and actually read the active ingredients list.




The obvious downside is now I'm ready to pass out and have basically been dragging my very tired self til now only because I wanted the option to snag the new HT collab because I cannot say no to teal. I'm leaving now before I tell some well meaning but obvious child that you should ABSOLUTELY put your holo foil covered mug in the microwave despite the fact that the site you're buying it from says NOT MICROWAVABLE (or dishwasher safe).


I'd say I'm getting mean but I think that ship sailed awhile ago. Then again, I did make sure a coworker knew the ins and outs of the attendance policy so she could freak out less when sick.

Anyone else start a project, get halfway through and realize HOLYSHIT, mistakes have been made?

Last night I decided to actually make good on my promise/threat to organize the nail polish collection. Bottles, not swatches. I had a rough idea of how I thought it would/should go, and my main goal was to sort through the bigger storage boxes and the overflow boxes to get the bigger collections grouped together. Basically this meant putting all the Holo Tacos, BKLs, and WFLs together, plus the Zoyas, Olive Aves, and anyone else in those storage boxes already.

I started with HT because it was the most spread out and also the storage box I knew had the most additional space. It took forever because I was trying to figure out do I group them by color (useless, self, you keep them in their cartons), how likely I am to reach for them (who wants to dig down to the bottom layer for a polish I'm likely to wear more often than say, a yellow?), or just let chaos reign? Chaos won to some degree, btw.
This is the only one I'd call a win, as I got most of the polishes in that tote and the ones that didn't make it in either live in a display on my bookshelf so they have easier access OR I put in my toppers/frequently grabbed for box. We'll come back to that in a bit.

I also used my last swatch wheel (self, order more) to swatch out Violet Nightmares vs Purple Slushie as there was conjecture that PS was retired because the two were pretty similar on the nail versus in the bottle. I gather the similarities are more pronounced in more recent bottles of PS but even mine seem pretty similar to the degree that yeah, you likely don't need both. I think PS is prettier (it's a bit brighter and if memory serves it's actually brighter on the nail vs a swatch) but VN has the better name. While I was there, I also went ahead and swatched my HT purple cremes out of curiosity. No dupes, though I think the purple from the Pastel bundle is the one most likely to be a closer dupe to one of the ones I own. Which is why I don't own it... yet.


HT done. Huzzah! I surveyed my mess and thought huh. Maybe I should stop now.


I should have.


I did not.

I should probably say that as of now, my storage "system" is three 27 gallon storage containers I got from work before they stopped selling them, two smaller storage containers that either came from work or Walmart, I don't remember (my drugstore polishes mostly go in these), and then whatever shoeboxes or larger boxes I had lying around at the time. I really do need to just get an actual storage piece for them with drawers but I've yet to find anything that speaks to my soul. I know Helmers are the go to answer, but it doesn't speak to my soul and every time someone mentions getting a new one, it's almost always paired with a complaint about how shitty they are now.


With that in mind, I decided to go ahead and put the BKL polishes as my second big bin. I have no idea how in the fuck I messed up, but I did, as when I finally called it quits HOURS later, I hadn't fit in nearly as many as I'd taken out (wtf) and it was just a mess. But at this point, I didn't realize I'd fucked up and was riding high on my HT success. Since BKL don't come in cartons, I went more of a rainbow order for them and realized holy shit, I had a type or three when it came to buying them. There was exactly ONE yellow, and that was only there because I got it in a mystery bag. I had a fair amount of reds (they make pretty reds), a respectable amount of oranges (ditto), a sizeable chunk of greens (they make my favorite green), and so many blue and purple polishes that I need to buy more swatch wheels and show you my problem. :P Seriously, so, so many blues and purples. In my small defense, I think the blues come in two categories: one very specific shade of blue in all its many variations and then every other shade of blue. Purple, however, spans so many different shades.


Thing is, when I was done with them, I couldn't get the bin to close properly and I don't know what the fuck I did wrong. I have no memory of whether I managed to sort it out or just moved the next layer to Bin 3. I think I sorted it out but I don't remember how and I'm pretty sure bin 2 still has wasted space. I KNOW Bin 3 does.

At this point I was l tired of this, pissed off at EVERYONE who told me to watch Amazon's Lisa Frank doc, and hungry but couldn't escape because nail polish as far as the eye could see. I should've just stopped, but no. I tried to push on through the last Lisa Frank ep (not realizing it was the last ep) and finish my quest.

Yeah, no. I wound up putting all the Zoyas in the large Amazon shoebox and it kinda works but some have to lay on their sides and I don't like that, nor do I like how I didn't properly rainbow them.
Bin 3 has my square bottles, including the L'oreal polishes, old WnW polishes in my fave bottle (bring them back, WnW!), Essies, Olive Aves, etc. You get the idea. At this point I THOUGHT I'd mostly cleared out the other overflow areas aside from what I could immediately see but it turns out no, no I had not, which I only found out when I started looking for rogue Essies and realized just how much random shit was left. When the LF episode ended, I wound up with two youtube videos and eventually put everything wherever I could and just shut it all down.

Future!me, I know you're reading this so lemme just say this: start with the overflow boxes. Gather all the WFL. You should probably take them out of their cartons so you can rainbow them, as you do find that more satisfying than the HT cartons, and it's not like the WFL ones have the names on them. After you've done that, either take everything out of Bin 3, have bought a proper bin 4, or grab the CB boxes you've been using as overflow and put the WFLs in there. With WFL out of the way, go back and do Pahlish and the rest of the misc indies, then see what you've got to work with. Depending on how things fit, maybe move the Essies and L'Oreals to the overflow box til another storage solution is procured.

Why the fuck I didn't do this last night, I will never know, but I'm blaming Lisa Frank's ex-husband and every asshole who said this was required viewing. It absolutely wasn't. Or maybe it was, but should have a serious trigger warning for what a giant bag of dicks he is. Lisa Frank's assholishness has been known for awhile but JFC.

Not the time, self. Not the time. Anyway, so chaos. Blergh.

On the plus side, I do enjoy going through and basically being delighted at all the pretty colors. I did grab a fair amount to wear this month and next month (and maybe March as well? I know I started to grab those but I might've put them back.) so I don't need to worry about that. Only now I've thought of at least two polishes I do want to wear next month so... crap. Luckily both are from the chaos sections.



Gonna go check on my laundry and see what the weather is up to. Can I just say how jealous I am of all the people who had winter weather? Okay, all the people who had snow. I am jealous of those people.

Here's a picture he'd appreciate. Cat in a box!

I don't know why I thought I'd be more articulate but here we are. Today is also the anniversary of the day Mums came home from the hospital after her big surgery. In keeping with that theme, she reminded me last night she needed some aspirin as she'd run out, and I dug through my wallet to find my coupon that would basically make it free (I think it was a quarter after the coupon) and found out that it expires today, which meant I could use it. :D I like to think that was Dad looking after Mums.


Miss you, Dad.