Last weekend I went through my shoes and boxed up 8 pairs to be given away. I've since run across 3 more pairs that need to go. Why do I insist on buying uncomfortable shoes? Whoever said "Oh, they'll be fine after they break in," should be shot.
Shoes don't stretch and men don't change.
Oooo, I bought myself a new straightening iron while I was visiting mom. My old one has been around since… Well it's definitely not the same one I had in high school, but it's old nonetheless. The casing on it had cracked and it would pull out or break off hairs with every swipe if I wasn't careful.
So I've been playing with the new one and doing this little flippy thing with my hair. I kinda like it, but it doesn't work well with this cut, which has finally grown out to a length I like and can pull back easily. I want to get the ends trimmed but I know we'll end up taking too much off again and I won't be able to do anything with it again. I need a new cut.
I got the kitties some treats while I was in Oregon, too. Greenies. Mom had heard about these for helping with dog breath and well, Tank has some wicked rancid breath and they make Greenies for cats, so I decided to give them a try. The cats love them! Inhaling doesn't quite describe how quickly they wolfed down their treats. Since the whole point of the treats is to help keep their teeth clean, it would probably help if they chewed that darn things!
So I was pretty pleased, thinking I'd found a new goodie for my kitties that they liked. Then Dozer started yakking. Not an incredibly uncommon thing for Madame Barf-O-Matic. But the solid green mass in her mess makes me think I won't be giving her those treats again if it's just going to make her puke.
Come to find out this is not an uncommon problem with the Greenies products, at least with dogs. Just now as I was looking up the Greenies link I ran across this Snopes article. Even though it hasn't been confirmed, it also hasn't been proven a hoax. Now I'm thinking I'll just toss the rest of the Greenies in the trash.
So, since I bought something for myself and something for the cats, I figured I had better get something for Scoob lest his feeling get hurt. Movies and video games always go over well, but I got him a jar each of marionberry jam and apple butter from Heaven on Earth in Azalea, OR. Darn expensive stuff, but I'm glad I did. Scoob was tickled that I was thinking of him.
Oh, when I left town I'd placed a Going to Miss You note on his pillow thinking he'd find it when he went to bed. When I called him the next day and he didn't mention it, I debated whether it would be bad form to ask if he'd found it. It could have been that he'd found it and it wasn't really as thoughtful as I'd hoped it was.
I did finally ask him and he hadn't noticed it at all. When he went to look for it he found he'd shoved it in his pillow case while he was sleeping. But I could immediately hear the smile in his voice when he read it. So I'm glad I asked.
Anyhow, it's late and I've got to get to sleep. I seem to be having a hard time keeping my eyes open anytime after 4:00 p.m. these days. But I wanted to pop in and at least say something. I've got more flower porn from mom's garden that I'll need to get up soon. And it seems I've had a good streak in the kitchen since I got home and I've got a few new recipes to share, too.