Good morning, world. It’s a sunny Saturday morning. I was up a bit earlier than Shawshank‘s alarm went off; I was too warm, as usual. Shortly after I started moving in bed, Podrick wanted to be cuddled. I adjusted myself, and we cuddled until Shawshank got out of bed.
Right now, Pod’s being an asshole, obsessing over an ironing pad that he can’t quiiiiite reach. Pippin is doing Pippin things. She might be in the bathroom, might be in the doorway. Who knows?
We spent yesterday enjoying the day at home. Shawshank drove out to Shady Acres to borrow the vacuum and a couple of tools we needed for a quick, 2-minute project. Both the vacuuming and the project were finished by lunch. We enjoyed watching wrestling at lunchtime.
Later in the afternoon, I painted my nails. I made a valiant effort to remove the polish on my toenails. To my surprise, the mix of 4 months of regular polish and regularly applied Sharpie marker is very stubborn. I applied some pink over everything. I’m so used to either bare or black nails, the bright pink looks very strange to me.
Shawshank will be home after lunch today. I don’t know what we’re going to make for dinner tonight. We have plenty of things to choose from. I’m going to put on some makeup and at least pretend I’m a functioning adult.
