Pinkness, Hot Tea and Poo Cherries

So I've finally got around to posting. Thing is there's been no real reason for me not posting. I just found it got harder and harder to come back and post, the longer I went. Anyway.....so I had my brain explosion, took a week off work, in which time absolutely nothing changed. So here I am.

Pinkness

I tell a lie. Something did change - my bedroom. I spend a lot of time in here and it had started to resemble something you'd see on Steptoe and Son with piles of magazines, newspapers, articles, clothes...gawd the place was a disgusting mess and I was sitting in it for hours at a time. So...I grabbed a few big boxes and packed up everything that wasn't of immediate need and stuffed it in the shed (and btw the stuff is still there after 3 weeks and I've not missed it so it's yet to be seen what I do with it all).

Then - decided to make my room a 'relaxing haven'. And that involved PINK. Not heaps of it but just enough to change the feel of it. A few pink containers for my desk. A little pink floor rug under my chair and 6 metres of pink organza on the window...ahhhhhh...every time I walk in here there's an ethereal glow of soft pinkness and it immediately relaxes me.

Now I'm not a girlie girl. I look ridiculous in anything resembling a dress (unless low cut and slinky) or anything with a frill or puffy sleeves, but I'm "embracing the pink" and loving it. As a colour to wear, it really suits me too and makes my face light up. A nice soft baby pink t-shirt does wonders for my complexion.

I also bought a makeup mirror with a light and set up all my makeup and stuff on my desk so I've got a nice place to put on my make up in the mornings before work. I'm enjoying that.

Hot Tea

I am scarred for life (unless the vitamin E cream kicks in). I was making myself a hot cup of tea a couple of weeks ago and immediately after I poured the water in the mug, I knocked it over and it's entire contents ran painfully down my right groin and thigh area. I screamed bloody murder and ran to the shower where I stayed for a good 15 minutes under the cold water.

Then it was cold packs and frozen peas for about half an hour until the pain stopped. It was pretty sore and red for a few days and then the blisters started. Ouch....especially in my groin, right where the elastic of my undies goes. Anyway, the blisters came, oozed and dried up and now I'm left with brown flaky discolouration that I'm madly treating with vitamin E. Maybe not scarred for life....it's not like anyone sees my groin - right?

Poo Cherries

Ah....the Poo Cherry. Ya know how people, when they want to describe something extra special that makes everything just perfect they say "that's the cherry on top". Yeah...well my buddy and I coined the phrase "Poo Cherry" a couple of years ago. What's a Poo Cherry? It's that little extra kick in the guts....the Poo Cherry on top of your already massive pile of shit that just makes you want to give up. That's a Poo Cherry. Doesn't have to be anything major...it's just..MORE.

Well I already had my shit pile when my brain was exploding and then came the Poo Cherry - a rental inspection. I'd already put in for leave from work so I could spend a week on ME ME ME...and then I end up spending the week on FUCKING HOUSEWORK. Ok...not the whole week but I couldn't really enjoy myself knowing that the inspection was coming.

There are of course variations on the Poo Cherry. Poo sprinkles happen too. Hot scalding tea down your groin I guess could be classed as one of those (if the Poo Cherry has already occurred). Dickhead loser ex husband emailing to say he can't have kids on the Friday AGAIN because he's going somewhere with skanky ho ex-girlfriend who he's supposed to have broken up with...more Poo Sprinkles. You get the idea. So I've had my fill of poo....basically.

There's more poo but I can't be bothered even talking about it because everyone's got poo. Especially my cat Poppy...or should I say POOPY. She's got diarrhea and I don't really know where to classify that. Just MORE FUCKING POO!!! Poppy doesn't use the litter tray. She likes to poo on the floor next to the litter tray. Which means I have to clean it up with a paper towel. I don't like cleaning up cat diarrhea with a paper towel.....every hour. Poo.

Well. There you have it.

PS - Thanks to everyone who commented or emailed to check up on me. It was much appreciated. I've not been reading or commenting much either lately so I'm going to try and catch up over the next week or so.

I'm going to pretend the last few weeks never happened. Back to it then.....

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