• I made
conditioner. It's great. No, I didn't use fragrance oils or colorant. Yes, there's a drop or two of wintergreen EO in it, so I still smell like school paste
•
Heritage has changed the formula of their shampoo. It now contains wheat. I discovered this when I ran out of shampoo and ran to IY to pick a small bottle up to tide me over until I reorder. Needless to say, I am not a happy camper.
• I bought shampoo from
Magick Botanicals to tide me over, because using a solid bar of olive oil soap would render my hair and boy's hair lifeless and straw-like. This shampoo contains parabens. My scalp and back are now covered in tiny blisters and rashiness of doom. I am not a happy camper.
• Last night, boy snuck a sip from my glass of water. I didn't realize this until I took my nighttime meds. As soon as I tasted his lip balm on the glass, I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't get sick and didn't really expect to. You know, he uses lip balm constantly. This weekend, he ate a lot of wheat. This morning, I woke up at 7 in the morning (an ungodly hour) with feverish chills and asstastic diarrhea, henceforth known as "asstasms". I am not a happy camper.
• I'm suffering from caffeine withdrawal. Perhaps indulging in a caffeinated confection known as a two-pump cinnamon, two-pump hazelnut with whip latté will make me a happier camper. On the other hand, I'm afraid that if I eat or drink anything, the asstasms will return.
• For whatever reason, our domain transfer isn't happening properly.
• I had a lovely weekend and I loved the beach, even if the water was hella cold.
• My dog is sprawled on the other end of the couch.
• Heritage can suck my asstastic butt.
• I need to find out if any of the whole foodsy stores in town sell soapwort.