Further financial faux pas and even more disasterous decisions

moo2moo

Have to confess I didn't buy either of the tops in the end, I got a wee bit sidetracked and ended up at the hairdressers instead. Phoned in the vague hope of getting an appointment only to find that that they'd had a no show and could fit me in immediately. Drove like only a woman with an emergency hair cut can and arrived with time to have my hair washed in ice cold water (apparently their water heater was being temperamental had I known that I'd have washed it v. quickly myself before sprinting out the door). Not content with freezing my brain once or even twice they decided three lots of almondy gunk was in order in the hopes of taming the mad curls. Ended up getting four inches chomped of which is muchly impressive considering I last went in August. Now have a v. short bob which will be even shorter when washed as it was dried straight in order to make sure it was all the same length. DD1 was killing herself laughing because I look so different with straight hair.

Detoured home via the other villages clothes shop to retry the one thing that I liked yesterday but which didn't go with jeans. Combined with leggings and the tamed head of hair it looked gobsmackingly awesome, even if I do say so myself, almost like someone else was looking at me out of the mirror. Its not what I would have considered however the v. helpful owner did insist I tried on pretty much everything in the shop so determined was she that she had something that would suit me. Think it helps that she'd fallen in love with the kitten and was having much fun cuddling him. Ended up with a cowl necked black and grey horizontal striped number which is plain black in the region of the bra with the escaping boobies with varying widths of stripes on the arms and the lower part. OH was gobsmacked when we arrive home. Not entirely sure whether this was down to the v. clingy clothing or the girls leaping out to greet him at every opportunity. Total spends for the whole of yesterday came to £31.49 which is marginally less than I would have spent on all the activities that I've ended up cancelling this week.

Got a bank statment through with more money in than I'd anticipated so am off to blow that today on more tops to make me feel energetically bouncy. Will also be tracking down a restraining bra but mostly I need to go to Halfords to get some roof bars since we discovered yesterday that although the roofbars we have are long enough for the v. dirty new car the grippy bits that hold them to the roof are the wrong shape and don't grip at all. In fact they grip so badly that no amount of ingenuity can make them fit. Since Halfords are only marginally more expensive than those on E-bay I'm going to go there and try them in the hopes that they stock something that does fit. My only other alternative is buying the pucker ones from VW which are several arms and quite a few legs more than I'd like to pay. Still at least I can take a v. circuitous route via the many clothing emporiums of the far flung out of town shopping centres in the hopes of finding both clothing and pressies for OH at the same time.

Tree is now up but undecorated. Figured we'd allow the juvenile animals to get the climbing and the eating of the tree over and done with before adding the swinging dangling sparkling stuff to it in the hopes that the novelty would have worn off by then. Probably kidding myself but its worth a try.

beanielou

Happy new haircut

moo2moo

Despite doing lots of research before hand the roof bars I went to get didn't fit but a v. helpful chap at Halfords did suggest something else which fitted perfectly and which was £30 cheaper. Will have to fit them and the roof box at some point today just in case I need to drill new fixing points in the box.

Pootled on to BHS but could only find one of the tunics which was only in stock in 14s and upwards. Did try one on just in case but it swamped me. Ventured further down the road to Next and fell in love with this instead. Now need to find some black leggings to go with it. Pretty sure I have a pair stashed in the back of a drawer somewhere.

Abandoned the idea of trying to find OH a thoughtful gift and opted to get him edible things he likes instead. At least that way he'll have something to unwrap that he doesn't know about.

Five days of school left before the start of the hols and a million and one things to do between now and then. OH is off most of the week so am hoping to persuade him to help or at least to stay out from underfoot.

MatyMoo

Oooh, that is VERY nice

And you saved on the roof bars so it hardly cost you anything :rotfl:

moo2moo

The four legged fiend has decluttered one of the horrible 1970s table lamps that OH refused to part with. Of course it would have to be made of glass and shatter from a height of 3 feet onto a solid wood floor taking over an hour to clear up but at least thats one room thoroughly cleaned too. Also discovered that the hound from hell has grown sufficently to enable her to step delicately onto the windowsill in order to see over the top of the hedge. No wonder the ramblers go past the house on the other side of the road. V. difficult to tell of a dog when you have to look up at it.

Felt tired and achy most of yesterday. Have woken up with a dry bark this morning. Not the greatest way to end the school term. Supposed to be going to the outlet centre last minute shopping with OH before going out to lunch but he chose last night to morph into major tosspot. Not in the best frame of minds to spend any time at all with him today especially knowing he'll be oblivious to it. Things have been good for quite a while so this comes as a bit of a kicker. Again.

Have a long list of things to achieve by the end of the week because attmepting to do anything with both OH and the DDs underfoot is almost impossible. Lacking any enthusiasm at all. In fact could happily bury under the duvet with a half way decent trashy novel and a giant pack of Lemsip max and not come out for several days. Sadly theres no chance of that. At least the giant irritating zit behind my ear has gone without anyne noticing the neon pink bat shaped plaster that was stopping me scratching it.

Turns out I didn't miss much at the official staff x-mas bash. Drink was too expensive for them to get sozzled, the food wasn't great and the disco was v. naff. They're out again on Friday in the hopes of having a better time. Have a late function at school which is a great excuse not to go.

moo2moo

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

And breathe.

I am in a calm and tranquil place, a calm and tranquil place in habitied by an alien life form from some outer galaxy. Am still thinking calm and tranquil thoughts with an underlying desire to batter OH around the head with a cast iron frying pan. How can one person possibly be so irritatingly annoying? You would have thought that going to bed at 8:30 with a Lemspip having snufled since I arrived home would be an indication that I did not want disturbing but apparently he felt the need to tell me that he wasn't gong clothes shopping again. Am not entirely sure whether this is because he kept picking up items which were crimes of the fshion kind or because he couldn't comprehend that one shops size 8 is anothers size 12. I kept being presented with stuff to try on most of which were more suited to a 14 year old on a beach holiday. Then he found the perfect gift for DD2, the mere fact they wouldn't have looked out of place on a suit wearing 40 year old office worker and were for a 7 year old when DD2 requires 8-9 stuff is totally and utterly irrelevant.

Did leave the shopping park with a pair of trousers for me (x-mas gift from OH) which almost fit.... am under strict instructions not to return them as that makes bme an ungrateful biatch.... the mere fact I returned last years bikini because he bought a size 14 bum and size 6 boobs remains a major annoyance to him to this day. I have never and will never worn a bikini, especially not to the local swimming pool but he can't comprehend this. I swear its like talking another language. Anyhow got home to find him complaining that all his shoes were giving him backache. Clearly its the shoes and not the beergut affecting his posture which is giving him backache. Hes chucked five pairs so far as unwearable which leaves him one useable pair and several pairs of hiking boots plus the stuff he insists on keeping but won't ever wear for one reason or another.

Whinge whinge moan moan. Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Meanwhile today is payday and so with a fiar amount of financial jiggery pokery I've got a huge wodge surplus to transfer to the debt pot although I fear we're going to spend far too much on takeout over x-mas whilst visiting the various relatives.

Not looking forward to x-mas at all, not sure if this is just a lack of x-massy feeling or because I'm waiting for the explosion to end all explosions so that I can get on with life. The hardest part seems to be making any sort of firm decision and sticking with it.

Eager_Elephant

Hi Moo

I'm loving your DH's excuse for backache, sounds like something my OH would say. Since he went to the doctor the other week about his depression and was told to do more exercise he has done precisely 0 exercise and he can't understand why nothing fits :mad:

Hope you manage to sort Xmas arrangements, it is awful being on tenterhooks all the time.

To be honest I would rather be on tenterhooks waiting for something to happen than have to go through this again :eek: when something actually does happen.

EE

MrsMoo2U

MEN I swear that they are more hormonal than women (apart from all the other stuff that goes on)

I really feel for you with the

Not looking forward to x-mas at all, not sure if this is just a lack of x-massy feeling or because I'm waiting for the explosion to end all explosions so that I can get on with life. The hardest part seems to be making any sort of firm decision and sticking with it.

I remember that feeling of not being able to make a decision. Then the constant churning of waiting for something but not knowing what to happen.
Have a big hug. Things will work out eventually one way or the other. Just try to take each day as it comes. Dont put pressure on yourself because it is Christmas. After all, it is just another day out of 365 days. I booked to go away this year so that I could avoid spending it with OHs parents after the fiasco of last year so I totally understand.

moo2moo

Why isn't life ever simple? Planned to do loads yesterday but stopped for a cuppa halfway through the ironing and awoke at 2:30 just in time to rush out the door to school. Day wasted but I do feel vaguely less snot infested for it.

Disturbed DD2 as I was getting ready for bed, half asleep on her way to the loo she slipped falling over and landed on her chin managing to rip the skin just behind the jawbone leaving a gaping crater the size of a 10p piece. Because of where it was it didn't bleed and I did think at first that she'd lost a chunk of skin mostly because it was incredibly deep. Eventually realised this was an optical illusion caused by the location of the tear more than anything else. Logic decreed a trip to A&E was required for a few stitches but cheated mostly because if we could repair it before it started to swell it would be less likely to scar. Fortunately I've had a fair bit of practice and keep an assortment of oddball stuff here including all the necessary items to stick her back together. Stick on sutures have to be the best invention ever. Have given up going to A&E after the last few times when we've been sent home for doing a better job than they'd have done.

Being a vaguely paranoid person kept DD2 awake and watching telly for two hours to make sure that delayed shock didn't set in and to give it all time to start clotting before there was a chance she knocked it on the pillow. Of course today is her birthday. Ordinarily I'd keep her at home to stop her talking too much and stressing the area and because eating is going to be very painful but since today is panto day she'll be going but will be under strict instructions not to yell "he's behind you" for fear of being in agony for hours afterwards.

Am now well and truly knackered and its not yet breakfast time.

Eager_Elephant

Ah Moo

(((DD2)) Hope she is ok today.

The chin is a funny area for the skin tearing, in my old job I was walking to town and an old lady had fallen over, her chin was bleeding a bit but she didn't think she needed an ambulance and just held a tissue there. Loads of people with her, nobody doing anything! I asked to look at it and she had a gaping hole with lots of blood so I rung for an ambulance. Luckily in this large village/town they have Responders so within 1 minute we had a responder out who took her to the doctors to be stitched.
I obviously don't know if it scarred because I never saw her again but even if it did it would not be that obvious when under the chin.

(()) again

EE