Good morning, y’all. The cats are fed, and we’ve been coffeed. TinyTown is gray and under the first snowfall warning of the season. Chaucer‘s patience paid off, and he’s been rewarded with a space in Shawshank‘s lap.
So everything’s going pear-shaped for me. Mom sent out my newest-new debit card on Tuesday afternoon. Canada Post promptly went on strike. The next day, the Chromebook shuffled off its mortal coil. Netflix was shut off on Thursday because my card expired. I need to get my birth control refilled for next month… but my card expired.
Sense a pattern?
On top of all that, I’ve run out of foundation. I wanted to take some pics yesterday, but I looked sickly. I thought about ordering some two weeks ago, but didn’t want to pick out $30 in extra Temu stuff just so I could order makeup. Of course now, I’m just thinking you greedy bitch, you could’ve started some Christmas shopping, the whole order doesn’t need to be for you. Then I wouldn’t be getting ready to scrape the inside of the bottle with a paintbrush.
The snow has started. It’s time to get ready.
