Stopped and bought two bags of decaf "breakfast blend" and a decaf mocha latte at Starbucks, got five bucks off my tab because the previous person tried to tip them, and as Target employees, they couldn't accept, so they told me to consider it as "paying it forward", and I was the lucky recipient. Coffee-dude gave me muy mucho whipped cream... as in, the lid had to be served "on the side", and then I was off to the nail salon, where I was the first customer of the day, in all that peaceful tranquility. Next week I'm doing the pedi, too, but this day I had to dash off to my haircutting extravaganza. I'd have gotten to feel totally sexy all day too, except the sopping wet downpour sorta put the kibosh on the new hair. I got to feel crunchy all day, instead. In a good, well coiffed helmet sort of way.
After hair was waxing the eyebrows into submission, and that's about when Darling called from the other side of the door, inside the salon. I had no idea, until I said I'd be out in a minute, and he replied "what? I can't come in?" Freakishly bratty man, he is. Then, in our separate vehicles, we headed off to the herbalist, because I'm having success with it, and therefore I feel I must force it on my spouse and children. "Boris" is weirded out and Maddie hates the taste of her tincture, but otherwise it all went well. They all got to head home and I went grocery-hunting, which is not nearly as much fun after you've finished reading about slaughterhouses, and the way pigs digest their food, and how much actual garbage remains in processed foods. Mostly I circled the perimeter of the grocery, and bought things like brown rice, a wee amount of chicken, lots of veg and fruit, and a bottle of Merlot, for my dearest, so he won't notice he's starving to death...*hic*.
Now I'm in here for knit-night and no one has shown up, most likely due to the torrential downpour we're experiencing. I think I'll call it a night, post this, and go home. Only a nutjob such as myself would be out on a night like this. I need warm jammies and a movie, y'all, just as soon as I wash the helmet off my head.