Plu-ME--ria.

[dragonlady7]

Somebody just had a bath, and is now tearing around the house in a frenzy of plumeria-smelling dampness.
Somebody is frantic and keeps rolling around on the couch snorting and trying to bite the air, and keeps trying to burrow her head under the pillows on the couch. She then leaps down and runs around behind the couch, coming out the other end and doing a lap of the rest of the downstairs.

Nothing, I suppose, is worse to a beagle than smelling of Plumeria.

But this means that somebody no longer has BBQ sauce drippin's from the grill on her head, and no longer bears a faint odor of poop. (She had bird poop on her head from a sojourn in some bird-infested bushes in the back yard.)

She's rolling on the couch next to me, being unusually respectful of my personal space.
Dave is the one who carried her down into the dreaded basement and put her in the stationary tub which is too large for her to jump out of (she has four-inch legs, the poor thing), and who mostly was the one applying the hose of warm water to her, and who applied the plumeria-smelling goop. So for the next twenty minutes or so, she's going to totally resent him.
In her case, resentment consists of giving him dubious looks, and then tearing around the house when he tries to pet her.

She'll have forgotten by the time he gets back from the pet store with the greenies we're getting to try and alleviate her foul dog breath.

Aw, she's tired out now, having done four hundred laps of the downstairs. She's nearly dry, too.

More: on shopping and fish as olive substitutes.

Dave and I just got back from some shopping. I bought about $80 worth of clothes at the Old Navy Outlet, because Fiona sent me a Friends & Family Discount Card so I get 20% off my purchases.
So now I have a couple of pairs of cute pants (still no jeans-- I cannot WAIT for the "low rise" crap to go out of fashion, because my waist is naturally right up under my boobs, and low-waisted things just make it look like I have a hideous gut. Also, they show ass crack, which is not sexy no matter who it is. Sorry, it's not.), and four new v-neck shirts (Hi! Boobs!) and a V-neck knit sweater. (Hi! We're boobs! Give us a tip!)

So now all I need's that bartending job, since I've got the gear...

We also took a swing through Linens N Things to buy some linens and a thing or two.
So Dave bought two dark-green washcloths to use while shaving (dark colors don't show blood) and a dark-green hand towel-- his mother's nice white hand towel upstairs is getting pink stains from, of all things, the color bleeding from the red handle of his straight razor. (First time he shaved he looked down in the sink and it was pink, and he freaked out that he was bleeding and hadn't noticed, until he realized it was the red bone handle. Go figure.)
And I...

I bought a 48-oz martini glass.

Either I'll make the world's biggest martinis in it, or...

I'll transfer that poor betta fish from the weird little vase where he is now into a much cooler-looking home.

Now all I need is a glass olive, gibson onion, or lemon twist. Anyone got a large glass olive they want to send me?

I also need a giant cocktail napkin and maybe a swizzle stick of gargantuan proportions, just so that the little fish doesn't get lonely.

Alternately, I should go out and buy a green betta fish instead.

Comments

[reverend-dave.livejournal.com]

Since you'll be wearing V-necks, you may wanna consider writing something on them, since that's where thr boys'll be looking... Depending on your comfort level the type of joint you tend bar in, maybe an arrow pointing to the cleavage saying "Tips go here."

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I have silkscreen ink and stenciling equipment.

Planned t-shirt slogans are certainly creative.
I do have quite a collection now of plain, unadorned, v-neck t-shirts. They will be decorated, if I work in the kind of joint where that would work.

When I fenced sabre I had a t-shirt that said "My other weapon is a pipe wrench" but that makes less sense in a bar...

[reverend-dave.livejournal.com]

Pipe wrench fencing is a sport I want in the Summer Olympics. And they should replace epees with chainsaws, or in a pinch, hedge trimmers.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

X-treme fencing would probably win more viewers to the sport, but I doubt it would increase the average IQ of the participants.

Though, if you ask a foil fencer, giving sabreurs pipe wrenches wouldn't really make a bit of difference except maybe bouts wouldn't last as long.