The Progress

We cooked our own dinner again today. True, it was a pasta bake, but it had vegetables in it, so we gain health-points where we lose points to laziness. Peas totally are vegetables. And we took light cheese rather than full-fat. Yes, it's still pasta covered in cheese and sauce, but we're trying here!

And I finally filed down all the pre-gelled nails I'm allowed to use. It only took me half an hour or so after the first half hour of mindless filing without any real progress. Then Sis went like 'If it's really that thick, you're better off using the dremel'. I know that if it had been people's nails, I wouldn't have been allowed within ten feet of the thing, but it were plastic nails on sticks. The only one likely to get hurt was me.

Yes, there's dremel tools in nail salons. They're slightly smaller and probably slightly less likely to stab, but it's still something that works best when you crank it up to twenty thousands rotations and go ngeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew with it. The pile of dust that came off of the nails was impressive. If it were cookie crumbs, I could have made a pie base with it. But it was pink, non-edible dust that didn't even have an attractive smell. I damaged one or two of the nails, but a bit of shaping with a file or a generous dollop of building gel took care of most problems.

I used my file to get rid of any unevenness my very, very fluid building gel inevitably caused from being left to gravity. Some people can apparently do nails with the stuff. I'm putting the thick, gloopy stuff on my Christmas wish list. Hell, I want the thicker one, with a sun blocker in it. No idea what that's good for, but you can sculpt little gel castles with it and harden them if you have sufficient patience and skill. Mine just sinks to the sides and corners, causing build-up and hot spots.

And when I got home from doing groceries with Boyfriend, Iggy had peed and pooed in the house. We were only half-upset about this though. He'd namely peed in his litter box. Excitement all around! Poo is relatively easy to clean up, but pee forms irritating puddles that dogs can apparently smell until the end of time. Also, he pees more than he poos. If he makes a habit of doing it in the litter box, I'm okay with an occasional accident because my rain-shy pooch isn't sure about doing his thing during a drizzle yet.

Oh, and I used the folding board. It's still magical. Even more magical was that the laundry I folded has disappeared into the bedroom by the time I got home. Maybe if I'm not totally exhausted after going to the doctor tomorrow (God knows what he'll put me through), I'll take out the folding board on my part of the wardrobe. It's not that the stuff in there's not folded. It's just folded very clumsily. And unevenly. And it's sort of rumpled, too. Who knows, I might have more space than I thought.

In the meanwhile, there's a load of darks that are as good as dry and a pile of towels that need to be washed, too.