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Feb. 16th, 2016 10:38 amAfter haircut and grocery shopping on Saturday, I went home and didn't go outdoors again until this morning. There was no particular reason to and a very good reason not to. So imagine my shock when I hit the front porch this morning and didn't even need a scarf (but wore one anyway). The only down side is that what isn't running water is ice, but if it stays warm enough for long enough, the ice will melt and I won't go sliding all over creation on the way home (from the chorus committee meeting). It's supposed to be above freezing during the daytime through Thursday, so there's hope.
Haircut took eight inches off, and I keep brushing it out of my face and being shocked when it suddenly ends at my jawline. No good pictures, because it was windy and I had hat hair by the time I got out of the wind. But it's short(ish; if it had really gotten short I wouldn't need to get it out of my face). It takes a lot less shampoo to wash it and it doesn't need wringing out afterward. I'm still not used to that. And I wish it didn't flip out at the ends in the back, but it did that for my hairdresser too, so I'm assuming it's supposed to.
I made soup on Saturday, because even indoors, hot food was important. It was poultry jello, a can of drained diced tomatoes, a can of black beans, half a bag of frozen corn, and a cup of elbow noodles. It wasn't the most inspired soup I've ever made, but it was what I wanted. And it was probably massively expensive, Weight Watchers-wise, because it had corn AND beans AND pasta in it and I ate a lot of it because it was what I wanted. I refused to count it, because I'm still grumpy about the reconfiguration of Weight Watchers. You can't treat yourself any more. You can't use exercise points for treats and anything with either fat or sugar in it is so many points that I can't have enough of it to make it worthwhile. Makes me grumpy and then I eat too much of what I shouldn't, just because I shouldn't. Bad idea. The old system might have been based on 1980s nutritional beliefs, but it worked. If it ain't broke...never mind.
Also, since I wasn't outdoors, I was indoors, and the Hairy Beasts liked that just fine. I provided generous amounts of lap space and got slept on quite a bit. Snip did nail me in the palm once, but it wasn't her fault; she was groping for something to brace against while she washed, and if she had hit clothing it would have been fine. But she hit my hand instead, and Ow. Lily settled for sitting in my lap and purring hard enough to bust a grunion (yes, I know a grunion is a fish, it's a family expression) and letting me give her a manicure. She kept getting a couple of overly long claws stuck in my sweater, so I fixed that. Good cats.
Haircut took eight inches off, and I keep brushing it out of my face and being shocked when it suddenly ends at my jawline. No good pictures, because it was windy and I had hat hair by the time I got out of the wind. But it's short(ish; if it had really gotten short I wouldn't need to get it out of my face). It takes a lot less shampoo to wash it and it doesn't need wringing out afterward. I'm still not used to that. And I wish it didn't flip out at the ends in the back, but it did that for my hairdresser too, so I'm assuming it's supposed to.
I made soup on Saturday, because even indoors, hot food was important. It was poultry jello, a can of drained diced tomatoes, a can of black beans, half a bag of frozen corn, and a cup of elbow noodles. It wasn't the most inspired soup I've ever made, but it was what I wanted. And it was probably massively expensive, Weight Watchers-wise, because it had corn AND beans AND pasta in it and I ate a lot of it because it was what I wanted. I refused to count it, because I'm still grumpy about the reconfiguration of Weight Watchers. You can't treat yourself any more. You can't use exercise points for treats and anything with either fat or sugar in it is so many points that I can't have enough of it to make it worthwhile. Makes me grumpy and then I eat too much of what I shouldn't, just because I shouldn't. Bad idea. The old system might have been based on 1980s nutritional beliefs, but it worked. If it ain't broke...never mind.
Also, since I wasn't outdoors, I was indoors, and the Hairy Beasts liked that just fine. I provided generous amounts of lap space and got slept on quite a bit. Snip did nail me in the palm once, but it wasn't her fault; she was groping for something to brace against while she washed, and if she had hit clothing it would have been fine. But she hit my hand instead, and Ow. Lily settled for sitting in my lap and purring hard enough to bust a grunion (yes, I know a grunion is a fish, it's a family expression) and letting me give her a manicure. She kept getting a couple of overly long claws stuck in my sweater, so I fixed that. Good cats.
