Treated Tranquilly Today

Today, my friends, I went a little mad and treated myself. I mean properly. How wonderfully tranquil! (Tranquil picture a treat from Pixdaus.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANA!

I don't know if I blogged it, but last time I had my hair cut, I got lost and ended up in a salon I hadn't been to before, rather than my favourite Gallis. This salon put layers in (always a bad idea when it's short and as thick as my hair - it stands up sideways!) and the colour went a bit rusty. Ooer. Galli's dye-specialist Indio rescued my haircolour, returning my normal chocolate brown and managed to bleach in my fringe! Another of their girls cleverly cut it and vanished the layers! I got my eyebrows reshaped (because my good tweezers have vanished again) and bought myself a jumper, some mineral foundation and a good lip gloss. And pizza for tea!

I've nearly packed my case with far too much as usual and had a good laugh at His Lordship trying to bake a cake for his mum. He yelled He needed help, I came through and discovered EVERYTHING covered in a fine white layer. Somehow He'd even got it up His BACK... So I treated myself to a good laugh.

Today I treated myself to panicking a little, because Ky refused to eat any grape or come out of her hut. I fished her out, and there was a nasty brown sticky split down her side and she was trying to back off. I grabbed a clean new cloth, wet it and gently dabbed at the mess to see what the damage was and try to work out how she did it. After a few moments of dabbing I thought it must have been a small cut that bled a bit, because most of the worst had mopped off, and I couldn't see anything yet. She sat there calmly as I gently dabbed and wiped... and nothing was to be seen. I was VERY confused by now - where had all this dried blood come from? Having looked around her tank to see if she'd been for another poo that might have been bloody or something, I was further stumped. Then it slowly dawned on me. I shouted through to find out when exactly my partner had put her back in the tank. Turns out it was barbecue sauce from the pizza that had congealed in a natural crease in her side where she curls up. Oh well, no harm done. Can I have one of these for Christmas? (Image source unknown, email to link.)

Today's Quote: "No. I'm going to run upstairs, marry the printer and elope. We'll have lots of little printouts." - His Lordship's quick response to my "where are you going, and are you coming back?"