Booked a vet appointment, an appointment to get my Driving license renewed and then I went to see how far they were booking in advance for the full Class 5 license for Henry and discovered he has to wait another year to take it, as it's a full two years between the Novice license he got last spring (one step up from a learners, he can drive alone with a big green N on the back of the vehicle and there are restrictions on the numbers of passengers, and the Class 5 which is full and unrestricted and best yet, no magnets to lose/forget about/scratch the paint/be stolen. Also it's a damn prize for him at this point as none of his friends have more than a learners, save for one, and right now that friend does all the driving mostly because Henry doesn't love to drive but he loves to ride along.
Then too soon I looked for T4s and T4As and T2022s and whatever the hell else I need but as I said everyone has til the end of this month to get their things to me and then I will do my best. Until then I guess I am off the hook for taxes, which is sort of nice as a reprieve, though I also like to have it all over with.
The windchill has it at minus eight right now but the sun is shining so, so bright. I head next door where Daniel is anxious to give me a winter weather pampering skincare treatment. Or something. I don't know but I love spending time with him so off I go.
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Daniel is reading out instructions and outcomes and I sit in the makeup chair in their gorgeous big bathroom while he puts scary things on my face and laments the hilarity that I've never had girlfriends and Bailey (my older sister) is very out of touch and so I ignore basic beauty standards most of the time and revert to whatever the boys do because they are all very fastidious about hygiene and appearances, truth be told.
Albeit in a super-contrived, totally casual way.
(snort)
He's doing a glycolic acid peel and tells me that in a couple of days my skin will start peeling but just to do a little moisturizer over it and not pick at it.
Um. WHAT? Why would you put acid on my face?
It's not that kind of acid.
You just said after forty-eight hours my face will melt off. Jesus Christ, Dan.
No I did not and this is a basic exfoliation that everyone uses once a month.
What's wrong with my facecloth?
It can't get deep down into your pores.
What's wrong with my pores?
They get dirty.
No, they don't. I wash my face.
With what?
Soap. Duh.
He actually screams in falsetto gay. I love it so much. Never use soap on your face!
What do I use then?
Cleanser.
Like....soap.
Didn't you used to buy skincare from Sephora?
It was all greasy or creamy and I never felt clean so back to soap. I tried though.
What do you use?
Rosewater spray and garnier eye bag cooling gel stuff. Lip stain.
That's it?
That's my whole routine. OH and I use hairdressing oil when I get flyaways or static.
Right. Can't forget that. Well. Should we go shopping or go to a spa?
No.
Whyyyyyyyy Bridget.
I hate being touched.
He bursts out laughing and winks at me. Such tiny lies.
No. Like massage or pedicures or haircuts. Don't touch me. You guys are fine though.
Then I have to be your esthetician.
I'm never putting acid on my face again. The only thing I have going for me is my face and now it's going to slide off in the sun on Thursday. What will I do now?
I told you the steps.
Right. Moisturize! That will fix everything.
It will though! You'll see!