At long last I got myself in for a fresh pedi.  It was bad.  All but my big toes were grown out.  I took the opportunity after I got in and out at my mammo crazy fast and the place I prefer was able to take a walk in.

I should have stopped to top up my gas tank too.  The station closest to my house was reading $4.25.  Yeah, I think they messed up too.  Everyone else around here is $4.5something right now.  Granted that's down from where it was, but still not as nice as $4.25.

Since my previous post I also managed to get on a bakery's schedule for Avery's birthday cake and cupcakes.  Batman it is!  I also bought a few of the mega millions lottery tickets, so if I disappear you know what happened ;) gotta indulge those "what would I do if" thoughts for a moment or two every now and again, it really reminds you of what and who is important.

I hate birthdays.

Starbucks messed up my free drink - I don't know why, but they don't bother reading/following the customizations on free drinks.

A VM that used to work and pull from Gitlab suddenly has stopped working for no friggin reason while a similar VM continues to work fine.

I'm rocking a cold or allergies that have my nose running and my throat sore.  I took a test, it isn't the wu-flu.

And if I don't already feel marginalized enough, I told kiddo it was my birthday this morning and she asked me if Daddy was coming today.

My happy birthday call from my insurance company has been the highlight of my day so far.  At least I have a massage scheduled to try and improve my morning.  I really want to take the rest of the afternoon off and get a pedi; I only have polish left on my big toes at the top 1/3 -- but ooooh no, there are, of course, meetings.

Someday I will learn to just stay miserable in the comfort of my bed on this day.

Throws self on floor and has tantrum.

I am filtering my limoncello that steeped with strawberries and adding simple syrup today.  It smells pretty darn good and the color is mild but very pleasant.  Back into the container for another couple of months.

I should be upstairs -- I'll explain why in a second -- but instead I am trying to stay busy downstairs whilst Avery is off w/ our favorite egg at the trampoline park.  They don't go do a lot just the two of them, so I am glad we convinced him.  Normally I would have also gone, but again, I need to be downstairs.

Saffy has had a few days of loose bowels.  It was once a day at an odd time during the work week so I had a few messes to clean up - fortunately in the hall and not on the carpet.  Yesterday while we were gone earlier in the day she didn't have a problem but on our later venture out for a wedding she had a few blow outs.  The increased amount/frequency is troubling.  I had her out in the middle of the night and first thing.  She still didn't get through while we were at church w/o another accident.  I made her some rice and she seems a little bit happier at the moment. I realized quickly that I don't have any minute rice here, so I'll be picking some up ASAP.

Now, why should I be upstairs?  Well, I'm crazy you see.  We officially have our first cat fosters here - a Mama and 4 of her 8 week old babies (a 5th was given away before they came to rescue).  Everyone is set up in the spare bedroom.  Gosh they're cute.  Fortunately everyone seems to be eating, drinking, and using the litter, so that's a good start.  Mama is a bit apprehensive, but you can tell she's a nice girl.

More proof I am an idiot with no capacity to keep things straight when under duress.  Today the kid and her dad were ready to go before I was.  In my haste to get out the door I blew it and once again Saffy was left outside.  Dangit, if she would just come in straight away when she's done.  Nope, it's my fault, I can't even say that.  I'm a jerk and an idiot.

Not only did she get left out, but the kid came to mow -- so the gate was open.  Imagine my surprise when I come home and cannot find her ANYWHERE in the house.  Long story short the telephone number on her collar worked and a guy down the road had her, so I was able to quickly pick her up (but not before someone posted her pictures on FB to help him find me).  I mean, I know that's a good thing... but I am so embarrassed and ashamed to screw up like that.  I would have been completely devastated if something had happened to her.  There is no excuse for screwing up like that.

If you recall the last time I screwed up with regard to Saf being outside was the day I went to pick up Zero.  There must be something about other critters or rescue related stuff that causes me to loose my mind.  One of the things we were out to do today was to drop some donations I picked up from a local donor to the folks from Merlin's (where Church came from).

I'm going to go ahead upstairs and continue in my embarrassment. I'll prb also have a nightmare or two as a result.

I will try to end on a good note and state that I spotted the first halloween goodies for sale out in the wild today.