Girly Day

I am not what anyone would call a girly girl, but I had a girly girl day today, sort of. I had gotten an email from the gym/spa that they were having a discount on spa services this weekend, and my hands are all dry and scratchy from the winter and from washing them all the time, between being sick myself and all the various cat effluvia I deal with -- more on that in a minute, so look forward to it -- so I set up an appointment for a hand and foot treatment. Having no idea what one should wear to such a thing, I wore cropped jeans and sandals, and a tank top, but with a shirt over it. I felt so alien, but ... well, girly. Turns out the spa treatments pretty much all involve putting on one of their robes over your underwear and lying on a table in a darkened room with new age-y music playing, and let me tell you .... ahhhhh. It was really, really nice. It was a reflexology massage combined with a parrafin treatment, and other lotions and stuff, and boy, was it relaxing. When it was done, the .. I don't know, person, said to relax all day and hydrate, and of course, I left there and went directly to the supermarket on the other side of the same parking lot, so I can't say I did the relaxing thing. Although I have read a bunch of Harry today, so I guess I did.

I just heard that the big signboard out in front of the high school is now advertising the week's play upcoming, and basically says "Title of Play" performed by the drama club written by ALUMNA R. CHAI. So it's her name up in lights, in an incredibly small-pond kind of way. Neato. I'll have to go take a picture tomorrow.

Cat effluvia, as promised. Now, one would think that having one cat instead of two in the house would diminish said cat effluvia by half. This has not been the case. Boo only pukes up the occasional actual hairball, as any cat would, but it's generally solid and nature and easily disposed of. But since last week, he has only puddled poo once, and that is his thing, man. He still doesn't poo in the litterbox, but the little tokens of affection he leaves for us are likewise solid, and easily disposed of. He only pees once a day, and in the litterbox. I'd like to say it's a mystery, but I don't think it is. He always ate some of Q's canned food, and when she was sick, and turned up her nose at it, he ate as much of it as he could get to. Now he's restricted to his own dry food, so there you go. The Hubs said for years that it was the canned food causing it, but really, there was no way to keep him away from it. Okay, it's not bad enough that I'm writing about poop, now I'm writing about cat poop. This is the excitement that is me.

Oh, and I smell really good, too. (I know, non sequitur.) It's the aromatherapy stuff she used on me this morning. It's irritating my allergies a little bit, but it's really nice. Either that or the smell of the brownies K made last night is still lingering in the house. I'm still a little stuffy, so it's hard to tell.

Speaking of K, she should be home shortly from her last day working at The Gap. I think she'll be a little sad, especially since the manager she doesn't get along with wasn't there today, so she's only leaving people that she likes. (Which is why she made them brownies.) But it's time. She still hasn't decided if she's going to take classes in July or look for a camp job, but she shouldn't have trouble getting a camp job if she wants one. Either way. When either of my kids says that she's "broke", I have come to understand that this means they are not saving as much each week as they want to. So I know she has enough to carry herself through the summer until she can start subbing again in September.

Chinese food is here. Time to eat.


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