Spa treatment

My middle girl has always been interested in doing hair and she usually accompanies me to my hair appointment so she can take in the sights and sounds of my cousin's salon. Recently, I decided to adopt a pixie cut for the sake of comfort and convenience. To maintain my new "style" appointments will be more frequent, quarterly perhaps. One of the signature perks to getting a hair cut at my cousin's salon is receiving a head message with a shampoo and their message chairs.

With it being male bonding camping season, here on the home front, the lady folk have been painting toe nails, eating artisan frozen pizza, and gorging on frozen fruit smoothies during the day. What a pleasant surprise when I was presented with an appointment card (complete with a confirmation code) to the Oh La La Spa to have a special foot lotion treatment and message. They were free to everyone in the house today, so even the little people lined up to get their toesies  pampered by the head beautician. While they were suppose to be cleaning their room, I had a hard time putting a stop to all this imaginative play interrupting their progress. I haven't had a foot message in ages.

Meanwhile, we started the rust-o-leum treatment for four of our kitchen cabinets. Today I finished the top coat for the bases so I could push the fridge back into place. We still have 8 doors and 5 drawers in the shed waiting to get treated. Getting this kitchen done is going to be a long drawn out process.

And it seems we have new neighbors, where as previously two of the bordering houses have been vacant. Our little dog sits on the top of the stairs peering out the little window on the front door, which allows her to glare at the neighbors and witness their every move, driving her and us insane when she goes off like crazed beast if they so much as step foot out their door. While she couldn't possibly see the new neighbor dogs, somehow she knows when they're outside in their yard.

We've had little bells hung on the back door for months hoping she'd decide to ring them to let us know she needs to go out. Today as we were listening to my oldest daughter reading The Magician's Nephew, those little bells began to ring. We couldn't believe it, she was actually ringing the bells to go out. So we let her out, not realizing there was something she wanted very much to attack outside. She's nuts! Those new dogs are about 8 times her size and she thinks she's got to make them go away. Thankfully, the new neighbor dogs aren't quite sure what to make of our ridiculous little fluff ball and they walked away from her fury.