Friday Confessions 1.18.13
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Yesterday I had an appointment with my female doctor first thing in the morning, and I made myself a new promise. If I have to take my pants for something other than sexy time and get in the stirrups that early in the morning, I should treat myself to breakfast afterward. So that’s what I did.
I think I’ve talked about this before, but I do some couponing when I hit the grocery or drug store. I’ve been joking all week with my husband that I was going to give myself a two dollar makeover because after coupons and sales, my box of hair color cost me only $1.97. Well yesterday was the day to actually apply that color because I was tired of my gray hair staring me in the face, and we have a Palmetto State Bloggers meet-up this weekend. I don’t want my gray hair staring at them either.
When I went to rinse the hair color out of my hair in the shower, the bath tub drain decided to go from a “slow drain” to a “no drain” situation, and I was standing in four inches of red-dye tinged water. That was a lot of fun. I’ve decided it’s worse than losing hot water while in the middle of shampoo-ing.
The Mister and I are a little granola so we’d prefer not to put Draino down our pipes. Usually I’d go for vinegar and baking soda, but it turns out we were out of vinegar. And since I still had hair color in my hair, there was no way I was going to store. After I plunged the drain to get it back to at least a “slow drain.” I taped of the air in-take and poured a pot of boiling water down the drain; that opened the pipe right up! I was rather proud of myself of fixing it all on my own.
I shouldn’t have bragged on our warm winter weather earlier this week because it’s cold outside now. I even heard the word “snow” being thrown around. If you know me well enough, you know that word is a four-letter word to me. I don’t care if it is supped to be 28 tonight, there be not be any friggin’ snow!
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