Blimey O'Reilly we had such a storm last night. Non-stop lightening flashing, seriously loud rolling thunder and torrential rain. It just went on and on and on.
Poor doggies were beside themselves with fright and I was up half the night trying to calm them down
Not easily done as I'm also scared of thunder & lightening so I'm sure they picked up on the cowdy-custard vibes from me.
It's the Ole Man's birthday weekend and we're off out to celebrate so I thought I'd push the boat out and make myself look nice.
Had a manicure (turned out looking rather nice) then thought I'd try this new craze for false eyelashes.
I wish I could have taken a selfie and posted it here - it was hilarious. Silly cow in the Beauty Parlour didn't have a clue what she was doing, obviously, and I walked out of the cubicle, looked in a mirror and screamed with laughter (and horror). I looked like a goddamned Pantomime Dame (maybe a Drag Queen).
These things are supposed to stay on for about 4 weeks - I demanded she remove them immediately. They were utterly hideous and ludicrous. The next 2 hours were spent with my eyes smothered in vaseline trying to loosen the glue. It worked a bit but had to go home with them still on. Ole Man roared with laughter.
Eventually got them a bit loose but lost huge clumps of my own eyelashes pulling the wretched things off, puffy red eyelids, so no make-up for me until they grow back.
False eyelashes.
Pantomime.
I see a common thread in your recent posts FiFi.
Maybe you'd prefer it if we called you Buttercup? Or how about Clarabelle?
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Stoat King
Too bad. I shall now always see you as Lady Penelope.
And talking of puppets, there is something I shall never forgive President Trump for:
He's made 'Team America' less funny. Its a little bit like watching a documentary now