holy crap on a cracker

I was having a nice day.

First, I got my hair cut and colored (thank you Schwarzkopf) so now it doesn't look like a possum sat on my head to die. When before tufts of dry and coarse red hair would stick out and do what they please (sometimes they wake up ahead of me), now my hair is an even color and actually looks like hair. The color and treatment they used was all organic and ammonia-free so it didn't sting on my scalp.


Next, I went to get a mani/pedi and footspa so that my hooves match my glistening horns, with less calluses of course. The manicurist was a delight, she really shoveled on the polish - my fingers actually feels heavier now. Maybe she was in a hurry to finish that bottle. I think it would take me 7 cotton balls soaked in polish remover to get the goo off.

Then I went to Spirals at Sofitel for a meeting/dinner. Lovely company and lovely food. Hello food. Hi food. Food, come to me. Best sukiyaki ever. Their chocolate chip cookies are the best, beating Shangri-La Boracay's by a mere .1 point.

Then finally I get home, stepped out of the cab and straight into a very dirty puddle. The kind that is stinky and almost gooey. Ewww yuck ewww. Life is not like a box of chocolates, more like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

And oh yeah, Igor left.