Growl

This afternoon did not go as it should have.

My daughter had an upset stomach and so did not go to the play with my mother, aunt and me.

The play was not enjoyable. We left at intermission.

We had planned to enjoy rib roast with Yorkshire pudding at the British tearoom, but we were there at 3:30 and they didn't serve dinner until 5pm.

After dining at an alternate restaurant, I tried to make an appointment with the woman who does my brow and lip waxes, but she's not available until Thursday, and I really needed it done before tomorrow. (I've had other things on my mind.) So I ended up going to Gene Juarez and paying $37 instead of the $22 I usually spend. The woman who worked on me dripped some wax on my shirt. She said they would pay for the dry cleaning, but still. . .

And waxing always hurts, and for some reason a swanky place like Gene Juarez didn't put any aloe or other coolant on, so I walked out with red splotches around my eyes and mouth, looking like a clown.

I almost stopped at my neighborhood hangout for a drink and some bread with olive oil, garlic and basil, but decided to go home to my daughter.

Who I find is playing upstairs and doesn't care.

My bathroom was in disarray thanks to one of the twins who took a shower there and didn't clean up.

Oh yes: and dump run my Ex promised -- of all the debris from the plumbing and etc., plus the extra garbage -- didn't happen. So now we have another week of that. Unless I call a hauling company, which I probably will.

My daughter just came downstairs to wash her hands before having dinner upstairs.

I'm going back to the Berkshire. I'm going to try for 30-45 minutes of peaceful quality time this afternoon.

Even if I do look like a clown.

At least I have a good book.

*sigh*

Arrgghh!

I went upstairs, chatted for a couple of minutes with my Ex and his SO.

Drove five minutes to the Berkshire, parked, went inside.

I was almost to the lounge when I heard very loud music.

There was a "Folklife preview" band set up where I usually sit.

I came home.

I knew I had been keeping those last two fingers of vodka in the bottle for a good reason.

Some days it just doesn't pay to leave the house.

Home Improvement Update

wlotus asked if the home renovations are completed.

Nope.

The holes in my kitchen ceiling and wall have been patched, but not finished with mud and tape. My medicine cabinet has been put up again, which is nice.

Upstairs evidently isn't finished or they wouldn't be taking showers down here still. I'm hoping it's just a matter of tile finishing drying. The brother-in-law had promised it would be done this weekend, and I don't think he was here at all today, although he worked yesterday.

The Best Medicine

kateri_thinks just turned my day around.

Under my first post about my aggravating day, she left this comment:

I hope you get peace, and love from your daughter, and the alcoholic beverage of your choice.

And that Viggo Mortensen is making dinner in your kitchen naked under a tiny white towel when you get home.

I laughed out loud, and now feel 150% better.

Even though, sadly, Viggo is not in my kitchen.

Magickal Tradition Quiz

Since Viggo isn't here (with or without a towel) I am forcing myself to be content with vodka and Diet Coke, and an LJ quiz. . .

Via revpanthera

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