I've been cranking so hard to finish Bloodflow that I am a total scatterbrain. When I'm not deep in the world of government intrigue, I'm wallowing in downtime. Thus, my sporadic posting lately.
Hubs and I have been in deep talks about stuff I don't feel comfortable sharing yet. I can tell you this: Our marriage is still awesome, we still aren't ever talking about babies, and we still love our home. Also, it's nothing to worry about. Just stuff I'd rather not make public yet.
I cut my own hair. After successively bad haircuts, I finally had enough. The last haircut wasn't too bad, but she left my bangs too long and the sides too long, so I went after my head with a pair of scissors. I'm still snipping uneven bits here and there when I see them, but all in all, I'm pleased with the look. I think it looks sassy and hey, at least it's out of my face. Ugh, I can't stand hair in my face. The last hairdresser was all like 'you can tuck it behind your ears'. I actually hate that worse than hanging in my face.
My fawn, Elias (aka Big Boy) lost his spots. It makes me kinda melancholy when we reach the point where the fawns are spot-free. Leftover mother junk from sending the Kid off into the world, I guess.
I spent yesterday morning cleaning out the refrigerator. Yuck. But it has to be done from time to time. Now it's all shiny and new looking again. Yay.
I've also been spending time shredding old manuscript pages. By hand. We have a shredder, but it only takes like 5 pages at a time and I can rip through way more pages than that on my own. It also helps that I used to do this for a living when I worked for a medical record copy service. No one hand shreds paper like I do, baby. I have one tall kitchen garbage bag almost full and about a dozen chapters left to rip. (Of course, that's not counting the new pile I'm making, but let's take care of one pile at a time, shall we.)
Your turn. Tell me your this n that. Or just tell me how you dispose of printed manuscript pages no one should ever ever read again. Or whether you've cut your own hair. How often do you wash out your refrigerator?