Today, I have to pack the car to head on a flying visit to the Big Smoke.
What a cruisy day, yeah?
Lately, V has been working hard up North. He does work very hard but has a - um, how do we coin this? Disorganised boss - so he has been working hard for a few days longer than we expected him to be away. We hope he is back in time to have a shower before we pour him in the car for the next long drive.
Keeping the home fires burning, 'Salina and I have done our best to get organised for the weekend ahead.
However, what was to be cruisy day got a little crunched by the first tale.
Backtrack a few days, 'Salina had a lovely playdate with a girlfriend who was having a birthday. She came home and I caught her scratching her scone.
Like the overanxious mother that I am, I casually did a visual check of her head but found no culprit. However, like the smart but myopic mother I am, I immediately booked us both for trims.
At the hairdressers yesterday, I explained to the hairdresser my fears. Quelle horreur (and if you are French, apologies for the strangulation).
She confirmed what my eyesight failed to do - adult headlice - but we were lucky, as the little beggars had not been around long enough to start procreating in earnest.
I was clear (thank goodness - my hair is very long and I have trouble seeing the back of my head) so I got a trim and we got the wedding present, some heavy duty blitz for the lice and a hair colour for me.
Therefore, this morning I had to start my home colour an hour earlier than anticipated as we had to go back to the hairdresser for 'Salina.
I was awoken two hours earlier than that even by the second tale.
'Salina was not the only one to annoy me with scratching inadvertently - it has been at the back of my mind that Eddie's collar may be a little lax in the flea department of late, and that I must do something about it.
Unfortunately the back of my mind doesn't get anything done, and at 4 he was having a battle royal with the pesky beggars right beside me. Eek!!
And double eek, as we are going away for the weekend and for his safety and our peace of mind, he is booked to stay at the Garfield Pet Motel - who sort of only appreciate paying guests. Today, we visited our vet for some amazing stuff that will make the fleas jump off him within five minutes and some other amazing stuff that will give him a flea free zone.
Now, the joy of giving a cat a tablet is up there with giving a young child a tablet - although there are laws against holding the child's mouth shut quite the way you do a cat. Even so, it took 4 good goes to get the first wonder drug down and 'Salina got to be the bad guy holding him down for the other stuff - that way he should hate us both when we round him up for the cat box to take him to the motel this afternoon!
However - a few hours after the ingestion he LOVES us. No scratching and sticking by us like glue! The ports being packed may have clued him in to show us some love in case we take pity and leave him here to his own devices. Ha!*
So - spent over $90 on fuel for the trip (and that was with a voucher) and should only need to refill once - I hope the bride and groom accept the cheap-ass present for what we appreciate and valued as that + $180 on fuel and the clothes we will need to buy because it seems that good jeans just won't cut it, and V is out of options after good jeans! I wouldn't mind something decent to wear also, so I have the joy of clothes shopping with my darling tomorrow morning - one of those "you should do before agreeing to marriage" trials, no doubt.
By the time I get back, S & R will be entwined and I wish them love for evermore.
Well, that and a return trip for them in a few months when I finally get myself organised - although they will be able to wear jeans to ours.
* He used to get that pleasure when the other model Jeanie - our 80 year old neighbour - was near to feed him. Oh, and she would clean the house to keep out of her husband's hair for us also. Unfortunately she is in England at present, and we miss her greatly!!!