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Bed of Nails [Jan. 12th, 2019|11:07 pm]
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My nails have been getting much too long, so in desperation I went to CVS today and bought one of their inadequate manicure sets. They only had the one style, and it wasn't until I got it home that I realized it doesn't include tweezers. It always seemed a bit odd to me that manicure sets came with tweezers— what part of your nails need tweezing?— but they did have them, so now it seems a bit odd to have a set that doesn't. There's just no pleasing some people (me.) But then I did have the perfect manicure tools for going on sixty years, so I'll just cut myself some slack on this, which I'm sure I can do better than the new tools can cut my nails.

CVS was also having a sale on Sierra Nevada beer, and it was fifty cents cheaper than it is at the other stores, so I bought a six pack of something called Sierraveza, which I've never seen before. It turns out to be a decent lager with overtones of grapefruit, though it has a hard time holding a head. The one I'm drinking right now hasn't trace of foam on it five minutes after I poured it. Presumably it is brewed for fast drinkers.

The house flipper/landlords have another prospective buyer coming to look at the place tomorrow morning around eleven. I'll have to get to sleep earlier tonight than I did last night. I didn't wake up until almost noon today. I woke up earlier but had been having a pleasant dream about my cats having followed me here from Paradise, and I went back to sleep to recapture it. I don't think I did, though, or if I did I don't remember it.

I should probably tidy the place up a bit, too. Don't want to offend somebody I might soon be paying rent to. Gee, hope they aren't the sort who are scandalized by sentences ended with prepositions. But it's unlikely they read LJ anyway. I'll just empty the trash cans and sweep the bare floors and stick the clutter away somewhere. And light the tangerine scented candle.

Going off to check the rescued cat photos one last time for the night. One or two new ones might have been added. Goodnight, kitties. I miss you.
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